The Beach - By Daniel

The sand shifts under me,
I stare and sit,
Past the beach, out to sea.
The faint, murmuring breeze,
Is calm and peaceful,
So unlike the wind, that blows between the trees.
So far from here,
Far from the peace of the beach.

The emerald sea makes and endless hissing,
As waves form and break on the sands of the tranquil beach.
Seaweed clings to the sand,
Cloaking the shoreline with black and gold.
Impassive pieces of driftwood,
Adorn the sandy shore.
I am alone, but not lonely,
I have the beach.

The serpents of grass,
Hiss and dance to the murmuring breeze.
The sun sends down light,
And the pale sand sends it back.
The azure sky is broken by a single, pale cloud.
The squawks of the seabirds,
Pierce the quiet air.
The breeze changes the sand dunes,
And shapes the beach.

Stormy one day and peaceful the next,
The beach is my friend.
Majestic sand dunes, made of soft, salty sand.
The beach is my friend.
Heavy, dark driftwood,
Against the pale of the shore.
The beach is my friend.
Around me,
Under me,
Keeping me safe from city and people,
An untouched paradise.
Thank you,
My friend, The Beach