At the seaside, what did I see? Seashells resting, soft as can be. Seaweed swaying, dancing with grace, Footprints left in the sand, a quiet trace. Waves come crashing with a soothing sound, Jellyfish drifting, softly around. Warm soft sand beneath the sun's glow, The seaside’s beauty in the water’s flow. In the breeze, the ocean speaks, The seaside's magic, a world unique.