the beach
By Thomas B
Published 28 April 2023
Touch
I can feel the soft yellow rocks at the edge of my toes,
My hands deep in the ground of the soft sand.
The water flicks up against my chest.
The brisk air touches the base of my skin.
Smell
The fresh cold wind bites my cheeks on an average winters day.
As I lay in the sand, I can smell the salty water at the edge of my nose.
See
In the distance the big blue waves sprint towards me, crashing against the sand.
The rocks surround me and the beach,
The rocks are as orange as a pumpkin.
At the top of the rocks, I see the trees dancing in the wind.
At my vision's edge, the vibrant colours of the sand fills my eyes.
Hear
A therapy session for my ears,
The sound of the waves crashing against the beach shore,
The birds chirping and the leaves crunching in the wind,
The dogs barking and the seagulls screaming.