I am a beach

I am a beach.

Here the air is warm

and the distinct salty smell

is sprayed from the ocean.

The waves roll in a constant motion

forming a calming sound.

If you put your feet in,

the water seems to pull you in further,

beckoning you to test it out.

The teal water

appears see through in most places

except a few cloudy patches

where nothing can be seen for some time

hidden.

The sand thickly covers the beach

hiding the jagged, imperfect rocks below.

It is worn down, fine

and very soft to the touch.

Each grain of sand is a different color

originating from a different rock

each one carries an untold story.

The beach has tall tropical trees

that tower over parts of it

covering the land exposed to the harsh sun.

But since not all the trees are big enough

some areas are left unsheltered

and are scorched by the sun.

In the clear teal water

fish can be seen swimming in the coral reef.

They are all different sizes and colors

separate and alone

yet somehow still united.

They work together to shape and maintain the coral reef.

These fish are unaware of things happening

on the surface of the water or on the shore

but are merely concerned with improving the reef.

Seagulls among other birds fly over the beach

squawking constantly distracting visitors on the beach.

They pick at the remains left on the beach

until nothing viable is left.

Blue sea glass can be found scattered along the shore

as a gift from the sea

a token of remembrance

of what can be found from deep within.

A steep cliff juts out in the distance

leading to the ocean

away from safety and into obscurity.

This cliff is the tallest object in sight

the strongest force present on the beach

besides the ocean.

In this cliff

a large cave is evident to those who know where to look.

It’s dark, mysterious and enclosed.

The cave goes far into the cliff

and deep into the ocean

and the water gets more and more black

the deeper it gets.

This cave is unknown to the visitors on the beach

hidden behind various boulders and trees

only a small opening accessible form the beach

acts as an entrance.

At times storms arise from deep within the ocean

they crash against the shore

ruining the picturesque-ness of the beach.

Dark clouds seem to run across the sky

approaching the beach

rapidly.

The beach with nowhere to go

helplessly waits to be pelted by the incoming rain.

It soaks the sand and rocks

until they are dark brown.

Once the sand is too wet

the excess water runs into the ocean

joining the rest of it.

Waves crash against the rocky beach

and swell into whirlpools

spinning faster and faster

into oblivion.

These waves are strong and persistent

and over time they break down the strong cliff

chipping away the rock little by little.

Although the ocean can be rough

there are times where it is also very calm.

The sun shines and the water is very serene.

The wind blows gently

the smell of the ocean

carried on its tail

welcoming all who choose to visit.

I am a beach.