My toes walk in and out of dark shadowed sandy holes,
It leaves shivers running up and down my spine
I scrutinized the miniature footprints left behind by the black bird,
And how it sheds off its feathers ever step it strides
The slippery, soft feather rubs off a warm vibe as I held it closely in my hand
Leaves crunch noisily as I step upon them
The burning sense of enduring flames
Stays with me as I continue my walk
The crashing of waves leaves a taste of salt on the tip of my tongue,
I feel passionate about this scenery, I don’t ever want to leave