The Beach

The Beach is a place of peace

The sea is meant for sleep

From Vivid Green Turtles

To silent Starfish

Roaming around the Beach

Waiting to be seen

Swimming in the aquamarine

To cautious Crabs

Slicing through the air

Checking for any danger

Using their beady eyes

While the air pushes through the sea

And the sea smacks the prey

Waiting for another day, waiting for another prey