Tiny shining pebbles
crushed rock
Easily heated by the sun
Warm my bare feet—

Unique shells toss gently across the sand
crack under patterned flip- flops
releasing
natural beauty…
in seconds

somehow it remembers where every soul has stepped
leaving an imprint
in the soft sand
washed away
the rush of salty water

adding seaweed—
greenery
to a clear shore

Sun tucks itself in to the line of fresh water
lying beyond the horizon
a tornado of pinks, yellow, burnt orange

swirl in behind it

icy turns the water
Still…
it
remains a Beauty

With love—
The Sand