I like to stare at the sunset,

Dreaming about my shadow.

I remember the fiery red,

The rising orange flamy sun.

I like to pelt rocks at my silhoutte,

As they drop in the water with a blop, blop, blop.

Similar to the calming crashes of waves,

A crash, boom, shhhlllllllll.

I like to collect sea shells,

The varieties of white, gray, and beyond.

A nice warm sensation,

When the sea shells clink, clink.

I like to stare at the sunset,

Dreaming about my shadow,

I remember the fiery red,

I remember pelting rocks at my silhoutte,

I remember the clink of seashells,

Most importantly, I remember me.