The Beach

The beach where people Hangs out to relax, the sea Exuberant and inviting Cleanse people dirts And purify distressing souls The sand, so white by time The waves, never ending Back and forth to the shore Today, the beach cajolled by People in walks of life In beautiful swimsuit and trunks Adorned with colorful big umbrellas Medium size tints scattered in the sands Everyday, the scene is over and over again, I see no more privacy, it becomes a business I wonder when the beach become peaceful Just like before where you can have your own Contemplation with nature and have a simple Fishing adventure at the shoreline. It's just a dream for me right now No one will tell how it is to be back then.