The Beach

The Beach
The sand blows across the shady beach,
It is a marathon of people lungs screaming heart pounding against its rock solid cage.
It is a whirlwind of energetic life,
A river of joy flowing on and on


The sea laps the shore,
It is the warm coat over all of the sand on the seabed.
It is a bubble of protectiveness covering the life underneath,
Protecting all inside from all danger and hatred.

The breeze brushes along the shore,
It is the guard of the beach.
It blows against all trespassers,
and brushes everything to safety.

The beach looks still and sits normally
but it is a living, breathing, moving thing.
It is the soul of the land and is the heart of an island,
It is everything, The breeze, the sand and the water all together in one person.