The Beach

A warm breeze brushes on my face

that I can almost taste.

Laughter all around

but no one to be found.

The warm sand between my toes

and the way the water flows.

Life simple and carefree

I wish it could be.

An escape to fairy tale dreams

that we will stay teens.

Seasons change in a year

which I do fear.

The summer sun fades away

for the last day.

Another year past

oh I wish this would last.

The embrace of summer stays

while the memory strays.

For life will turn sad

then go mad.

Months later the sun will rise

we have won our surprise.

Swimsuits and sun block

to the beach we flock.

The joy rushes in

I wish this does not have to end.