The Waves (Z to A)

The wave 

crashing roughly into the sandy shore.

Children occupied themselves in the salty water 

as their parents sunbathed in the scorching summer sun.

The waves

were the definition of summer. 

The noisy seagulls squaked as they flew overheard like airplanes, 

patiently waiting for the perfect chance to steal someone's potato chip.

The waves 

constantly making their prescence known. 

Sometimes more violent than others 

but never failed to crash. 

The waves 

had a mind of their own, always independent.

Flowing in all directions everyday,

lonely as the sky turned dark and people vanished.