Hazy Day

For the people who misses the beach

Bathe in the warm summer's heat.
The grains of sand sticking in the skin.
Clatters of bodies enjoying the heat
and the children's skin turns to red.

Those days were gone
Children's noise done
Noises of the sea now at peace
With each passing day it heals

But what of humans?
The longing of the water and the sun's heat
Children play about with red skins
The sound of ocean serenades the heart

Author's Note

I'm a bit rusty doing poems right now, maybe you could give me some tips?