Behind the bustling beach, where waves enchant the shore,
Where countless footsteps tread, seeking treasures to explore,
Lies a hidden world, untouched by many a glance,
Where nature weaves its tales, in a quiet, subtle dance.

The quiet dunes, they rise like whispers to the sky,
A landscape ever-changing, as time and tides go by,
Inland, where the sun kisses the freshwater stream,
A gentle fusion with the ocean, like a dreamer’s cherished dream.

The mountains in the distance, their majesty displayed,
While on the beach, the world seems eternally replayed,
But turn your gaze behind you, to the scene that’s rarely seen,
A weathered fence, like art, frames the dunes that are serene.

For in the frame of this forgotten, rustic gate,
A masterpiece, in seasons early and seasons late,
The sands and streams, they carve their paths anew,
In the quiet of the dunes, secrets, old, and secrets true.

While the beach is a siren, its waves a siren’s song,
It’s the hidden realm behind it where beauty truly belongs,
The mountains keep their watch. The fence stands firm and wise,
In this tranquil, timeless haven, where nature’s story lies.

So look behind, not at the waves, and the sandy, sun-kissed floor,
Discover the quiet dunes, behind the bustle in visions to explore,
A world where the ocean meets the stream, and the mountains touch the sky,
Behind the beach, is a sanctuary, where hidden wonders lie.