Diary of a Poet

Beach

I miss the beach dearly,
The sand between my toes,
Shells in abundance,
And the sounds of ocean waves crashing into the shore.
So relaxing,
So serene.

Someday, I will return to paradise
And indulge in what I lack at home.
The cold where I live is not so inviting,
And only makes me yearn for the beach even more.
Winter is my least favorite season.

I want to swim in the sea
And play in the sand.
I don't care if I have to travel far from home,
All I want is the solace of the tropics.
I miss the heat of summer on my skin,
And how much more there is to do outside.