A Different World

The salty sea waves slowly roll silently into the sand
The shells sit still, almost waiting for the waves to come in
Every grain of sand crunches softly under my feet
The waves now start to chase me, rolling in, out

But they slow down as they recognise me standing there
Wading into the deep blue water, staring at the distant island before me, not far away
Almost through the water, looking at the grey, slippery rocks protecting the little island
Small cracked shells acting as small dots scattered across the sand

Finally here, I looked at the misty water now waving away, back to the island
Soaked, I walked past the sand, and onto the hot rocks
What a wonderful view, even better than before
It never gets old

The clear blue sky holds up the beaming orange
sun, which looks down at the sparkling sea
It looks very different from this angle
The dull sand on the main island is now a golden colour of yellow
The rocks are absorbing all the warmth and are shading into a colour of sleek black

This is my magic beach
The best magic beach
I always come to play
And it will always stay that way