Thank You, Beach
It’s a midsummer afternoon
I lay on my striped towel
The soft sand acts as my pillow
My skin soaks up the shining sun
But is cooled off by the fresh, salty breeze
I listen to the waves crashing onto shore
Seagulls chirping in search of food
My umbrella flapping in the wind
Easing me to pure relaxation
These senses warm my heart
Reminding me that I am home
There I lay, as peaceful and content as can be
While all my worries get washed out to sea
Dear beach,
Thank you for always being my happy place
And allowing me to feel free
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