The wind teases and tantalises The curls of my hair As I sit In my silence Yet with noise all around From my children At play Chasing each wave Of the cold clear water. The ocean against the hot sands Each golden grain a testament Of the ages of beauty This South African beach This natural, peaceful Part of unspoilt nature. The twittering of birds Capture my musings. I look behind to the trees A flash of red and deep mauve Streaks among green leaves The Lourie, so beautiful So at ease with humans nearby My home My beach My special place.