7 Rooms Poem – The Beach

The water gleams as it crashes into the sandy shore,

Just sitting there,

The only sounds are the crashing waves,

and the salty breeze rushing through he undergrowth.

The salty breeze now blows past me,

As if someone was blowing bubbles at me,

The bright shining sun makes the water sparkle

and shimmer.

How do you get so much untouched natural beauty?

What will happen if others find this place?

I lie on the soft sand,

And my muscles relax,

I watched as the gleaming shinning water rushes back and I hope

To see it gain…

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