The Sandy Beach

I stood on the sandy beach 

There wasn't anyone 

The waves touched my feet and retracted.

A rhythm

I don't like sandy beaches 

The sand gets on your clothes 

It is very hard to wash off 

I prefer rocky beaches 

Like the one I was at 

last time

I stepped into the water 

I didn't want to 

It felt like I had no choice 

I went on 

The water was touching my knees

The beach was now filled 

with people 

They called me back 

I was back on sand 

I was safe

The waves surged 

They touched my feet 

They covered my ankles 

The people didn't pay attention 

The water would retract 

And occasionally touch me

Was I safe? I think so 

No, I wasn't

There was a butterfly 

A butterfly shouldn't be at the beach 

It was beautiful 

It forced me to follow 

I followed 

There was no sand at my feet 

No water 

It was green 

I was at an orchard

It was amazing