Sandy Scene

Sand surrounds my toes
as my feet slide down.
The sound of three children screaming
echoes in an empty town.
Crashes of waves come down
on little ears, hearing it for the first time.
Little hands use sticks to draw in the sand,
a graffiti that is no crime.

One seagull lands
in front of my eyes.
He strolls down the beach
as if this stroll is his prize.
He stands and admires
all at which he stares.
He flies away from the scene
only to come back with a friend to share.

The wind begins to increase,
its impact being strongly felt.
Its power so evident,
stronger even than a sun that can melt.
It begins to toss
towels, chairs, and toys alike
as people become chill
while walking by playing tykes.

People walk up and down
holding onto jackets in the wind.
They walk the beach
as they go straight and around the bend.
They step on sand so stiff and packed
it shatters like glass with a single footprint.
They then pass the sandy scene
in a condition so pristine and even more mint.