The Beach

Here I sit on silky white sand,

The chirping melody of birds sound like the perfect band.

A soft, brightly dyed towel spread beneath me,

And the hot sun illuminating, sunburn guarantee.

Beyond the fine creamy sand,

Teal hued water crashes upon the land.

A never ending sound of push and pull,

Strange to think it could destroy a ship’s hull.

Whoosh! The white foam has disappeared back into the deep,

Whilst among it children play and leap.

Clad in swimwear, they roll in the sand,

And beige castles rise by a toddler’s hand.

A seagull’s cry rings discordant against the gentle breeze,

Palm tree’s vivid emerald leaves swing with ease.

No one can see, like the opalescent hidden pearl,

That beneath the water lies another world.

Here I paddle on my back, a silent twenty feet below,

The sight above is filtered through sunny flow.

While around me lay pink and orange castles of coral,

Brilliant fish gleam as if they wore a colored laurel.

Schools of fish, like puppets controlled by one hand ride the current,

While behind them hunters hope to cause a deadly accident.

Creatures of the deep, demanding fear that they themselves lack,

Dart out of their strange homes and into the deep black.

Each bony structure seems to glow,

And every creature is wary of being trapped or too slow.

But here is not my world, among the stony ferns,

Here is not my life, so I return.

Back in the sand where it explodes in sound and light,

I am content, in a land so bright.