This ocean
Brought to death
By the chills of winter
These once crowded beaches
Now barren
Except for a few wandering souls
Left to enjoy this beauty

This air
Once filled with the joyous cries of children
Silent
Except for the crash of the waves
And the cries
Of a lingering bird

A desolate scene
In the dead of winter
But this barren beach
Will once again be wakened
By the dawning of spring
And the arrival of summer
When this silence
Will again be broken
And the joyous world returns