The calming inhale and exhale of the ocean,
It's foaming fingers brush against the sand,
Then withdraw.
Echos of the laughter of children,
Running about and kicking up sand,
Leaving a footprint in the damp sand,
Which slowly softens when licked by the ebbing tide.
A tiny crab scuttles several yards away,
while white gulls circle above,
Eying it with greedy eyes
Warning it with sharp cries.
Small hands gently pat,
Mounds of powdery, white sand,
That begins to take shape
Of a tower from an imaginary land.
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You are pretty good! I almost felt like I was there! 3nodding