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 securely in my hand
Leaves crunch noisily as my feet tear them to pieces
The burning sense of enduring flames
Stays with me as I idolize everything
The crashing of waves leaves a taste of salt on the tip of my tongue,
I breathe in my passion for this beach,
I'm not ready to leave.