The warm sun-rays beaming on my skin.
When the open breeze whistling across the sky.
the graceful kids playing and laughing on the shore.
You have the urge to fly.

The rough sand between my toes.
Walking through the beach.
The savory that goes through my nose.
I hear a mysterious screech.

I then look down at the floor.
There right in front of me are creatures.
Two little crabs on the shore.
Small as a tomato are the crabs features.

The waves crashing on the shore.
The sunset is going to sleep.
When the crabs are at war.
For myself i try not to make a peep.