I sink in the sand, but I can’t complain,
The silky soft grains seem to hug me.
The crash of a wave brings a cold surprise,
And I meet new, soggy sand below.
My hair flips around as I feel the swift breeze,
And a sharp salt scent pierces my nose.
I step in knee-deep and spy something new,
A small school of fish start to scurry.
Plunging deeper now, the soft waves gently pull me,
As I feel the sun scorch my face.
The salt water stings my eyes, but I wipe them clean,
The mist off the sea-green water helps.
I buoy above the water with the shore at my back,
And embrace the tranquil feeling I receive.
With the sun above me, I look to the sky,
And say, “I just might never leave.”
By Theresa Boyne
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