The Beach

I found plastic which is the opposite of fantastic.

These bags are a red flag.

I think about the animals who are national.

I'm scared to see the plastic underneath the enthusiastic ocean.

I touch the sand like it is strands.

I look at the rocks then I see flocks. 

I look at the docks held up by blocks.

I throw stones into the unknown.

The waves crash with a smash.

Will you be my friend when it comes to the end.