Beach
By Charlie B
Published 20 June 2024
The air of the sunny bright beach,
Salty waves crashing on the rocks up against the hill.
The cold water washes up seaweed to my feet.
A warm feeling washes over me as the wind flies by the trees.
The palm trees dance, and the little seagulls coo,
The beach packed with golden brown sand as precious as gold,
And the fish wiggling around in the deep seas.
Far out, the boats fading away,
As they sail to a new domain.
Kids, people, me, running in the water.
Thinking my life will never be over.
The beach is so warm.