Will You Come Too?

The ripples roll in,
We delightedly grin
As they knock us upside down, askew.

It's quite nice, we are sure
To relax at the shore
When the temperature's five hundred two.

As waves-in-waiting cradle me
In foam and salt and blue and green
I wish that you were here with me.

As I stare up at the bright blue sky
Filled with clouds scattered haphazard, awry

My dear friend, my true friend, I want to ask you:

Will you come down to the seashore too?