Straight from the tide to your tan-line glow,
Cowries the sea didn’t want to let go.
Little white shells with a lucky past,
Worn for fortune that’s made to last.
Sailors swore they brought safe days,
Traders carried them oceanways.
Coins of the coast, sun-blessed and bright,
Tiny charms for golden light.
Now they’re strung for beach-club days,
Convertible drives and salt-skin haze.
Throw it on and suddenly you’re there
Warm wind, cold drink, sunlit hair.
A touch of luck, a coastal spark,
Keeps the summer long past dark.
Not just a necklace more like a spell
That says the tide is treating you well.
New favorite piece? We think so too.
The ocean made it just for you.
Straight from the tide to your tan-line glow,
Cowries the sea didn’t want to let go.
Little white shells with a lucky past,
Worn for fortune that’s made to last.
Sailors swore they brought safe days,
Traders carried them oceanways.
Coins of the coast, sun-blessed and bright,
Tiny charms for golden light.
Now they’re strung for beach-club days,
Convertible drives and salt-skin haze.
Throw it on and suddenly you’re there
Warm wind, cold drink, sunlit hair.
A touch of luck, a coastal spark,
Keeps the summer long past dark.
Not just a necklace more like a spell
That says the tide is treating you well.
New favorite piece? We think so too.
The ocean made it just for you.
