The Beach

Pure white seagulls flying by,
As I look up into the sky
The smell of salty air fills my nose,
Crunchy hot sand between my toes
Deep underneath are shining shells hidden from sight,
Running across the shore and feeling free and light
Standing there and watching the wave come closer,
White froth washing up and disappearing later
Letting the breeze ruffle my hair,
Not willing to leave it there