Ocean

I hear the howling wind

Welcoming all the people,

Spraying them with

The salty sea water.

I feel the squishy sand

under my feet

Damp and cool.

I see little children

Squealing with delight,

Jumping out of way

of the powerful rolling

Waves whoosing on the shore.

I smell the salt in the air,

The picnic food.

I want to stay,

gaze at the deep blue.

Watch the pinks form

In the hoizon above.

The ocean.