The Magical Mango Beach

I pick up the sand 

With my hand. 

The waves are as quiet as a grave. 

The trees sound like how I clap the fleas. 

The beach winds go Hoosh! Woosh! 

And the mango drip tip 

plops on my hand and in my mouth.  

The beach brings brightness, and the apples are amazing 

As great as the oceans smell like oranges. 

The waves are like a monster  

Eating everything in its path.  

It is an eating man. 

The shells on the ground sound like the ocean. 

The waves in the air sound like the ocean. 

The noise when you put your hand on your ears, 

It still sounds like the ocean.