Part one

We ran towards the pale sand,
It shines like crystals as the sun beams down.
The waves hit the land,
And it tickles our feet.
We run towards the shimmering sea.
We fly like a jet, while we’re in the sparkling water.
The tides make us higher, lower.
We feel like we’re flying.
You never want to leave the ocean,
The tide rises and falls and we sprint back onto the land.
Admire the sea as the bright yellow sun gradually turns into the grey beaming moon.
And it reflects off the tides, as they fall and rise.





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