Down by the sea,
where the waves crash and roar
seagulls take flight,
above the sandy shore.
Their wings spread wide,
as they glide on the breeze
with grace and ease,
they soar above the seas.
Their cooing calls,
echoing in the air
In tune with the waves,
a symphony so rare.
The waves and seagulls,
dancing in harmony
a sight to behold,
for all those who see.
As the waves retreat,
the seagulls land on the sand
pecking for scraps,
In a peaceful land.
But as the tide rises,
the seagulls take flight
once again, they soar,
In a magical sight.
Together they create,
a scene of pure bliss
the waves and seagulls,
their rhythm never amiss.
And as the sun sets,
and the day comes to a close
the waves and seagulls,
continue their dance so composed.
For in this world,
where chaos reigns supreme
the waves and seagulls,
are a reminder of a tranquil dream.
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