The seagulls cry out,
As the waves crash and mourn,
And as the sand madly whirls around.
The wind gusts angrily,
As the sun, laughingly, burns,
And as the umbrella flap noisily.
The crash of a fallen surfer sounds,
As the shouts of the life-guard is heard,
And the laughs of those friends.
With that one girl sitting alone at a noisy beach.