The Skillion beach

As the waves crash the shore line fades, threatening droplets of ocean sinking into my skin.
I gaze up at the towering structure whilst a beaming light coming from above stings my eyes.
The salty breeze tickles my tongue leaving a tangy after taste.
Mum calls from the distance "It's time to go home." 
I quickly run along the sand, making sure my toes aren't baked.
Now finally in shade I take the final gaze at the luscious tower made from seeds and soil, leaves and branches, rocks and pebbles, and my heart.