Beach

Sprinkle, squish between my toes,

The smell of ocean to my nose.

I can feel each grain of sand,

It falls from air into my hand.

The shells I find along the shore,

Picked up by birds that fly and soar.

They sparkle like the ocean’s waves,

And carry sand from all the lakes.

I walk along the tip of the sea,

That’s where my feet leave prints to be.

I walk all the way to the end of the land,

The land that holds this beautiful sand