The Beach

The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips, Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips. The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat So I head to the beach where the water is so blue, Ocean so clear that you can see straight through Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen Laying there peacefully and looking very serene I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings As the burn from the sun continues its pounding I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips, Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.