Where the sky kisses the ocean’s edge,
A horizon painted in hues of gold,
The Bahamas calls with a siren’s song,
A paradise where stories unfold.
Whispers of the sea breeze through palm trees,
Swaying like dancers to nature’s tune,
Underneath a glowing Caribbean sun,
Or silver light of the tranquil moon.
It’s better in the Bahamas, they say,
Where the world slows down to a gentle sway.
The water, crystal-clear and bold,
A canvas of turquoise, sapphire, and jade,
Where coral gardens weave beneath the waves,
And every shadow casts a lighter shade.
Here, the sea turtles glide with grace,
Through waters calm, as if time stood still.
Bright parrotfish dart between coral towers,
While dolphins leap with joyful thrill.
The sunlit sands stretch ivory and pure,
Soft as silk beneath bare feet,
Beaches unbroken by worry or time,
Where land and sea in harmony meet.
Pink sands of Harbour Island gleam,
As footprints wash away with the tide,
Leaving a moment, a memory, a dream,
Where the ocean and heart collide.