Beach Tritina

At the beach the graceful waves
constantly crash on the cream colored sand,
I’m wearing my glasses to block out the bright sun

as I go down the wooden boardwalk the sun
burns my skin while my family waves
to me from the glowing sand,

i step onto the soft sand
heated by the burning sun
then rush into the glistening waves,

sand rubbing my skin, waves against my chest, the sun shines down from above.