Beach

Beach I come here on the warmest of days to relax on your soft silky sand.
Excellent when I arrive and find the beach’s best location under the tree empty and waiting for me.
A wave comes and dumps me flat on the sand ready for me to come back to the water.
Could I find a bright coloured shell with patterns that could make me cry of joy and amazement.
Hanging over me my favourite tree protecting me with all his might.
Even though the day is soon done I still think of the whispering tree that I lay under.
Sadly the day has ended I think of all the fun I have had I want to go again tomorrow but no it’s as fun as the sun I am going for a trip but I will not forget that great swift tree.