Crisp, light grains blowing through my hair
As I cross the beach with its seagull-filled air
Caressing my feet, crinkling through my toes
Sun-warm, encircling my ankles, a crumb flying past my nose

Wet sand where my footprints stamp,
Rivulets of baby waves so cool,
Surrounding the castles, a child's tool

Dark, water-washed sand,
Light, sun-drenched sand
I scoop sand-splattered shells into the palm of my hand