by Truman Der
Our toes sink into the nice, damp sand
As the water washes upon its face.
We decide to get closer to the wetness.
The closer and closer we get
The breeze just hits us
While we relax to get a quick tan
From the sunset meeting the horizon.
We see a few birds getting last minute meals
We see various rocks breaking the crash of water
We see a glistening view of water sparkling
We see the beautiful and open view of the ocean.
