The Sea

Walking along the sandy sea sore

the waves are wild and shout out “roar”.

I see the sun reflecting off the water’s face

It is telling me that time is running a race.

Walking along the sandy sea sore

I waves seem to pore more and more.

Hearing the birds fly above me,

I can picture a beautiful painting of the sea.

The beach is on the move 

and it is makes you feel love.

The smell of the breezy air 

makes my face covered in hair.