Summer

Under the sunset

Sitting on the warm sand 

Hearing the waves

Swish back and forth

They are saying some sort of secret

Wishing I could know

The smell of salt fills my nose

And brings a smile to my face

Water touches my toes

Mixing the dry sand into wet, getting caught in between

I miss the beach

Miss the sounds it makes

The taste, the comfort it gives me

When the water is warm......

Once a year I have to wait

Everytime you come, you make it up for the year

Author's Note

The ending may not be great but i tried.

Reviews

[Chantee]

This is good. I like it :-)