My bare feet scrub the sandy wooden planks

As I walk down the worn-down steps.

When my foot reaches the ground,

It buries into the damp cold sand.

The sky is a deep blue

With clouds spread upon it

And a smudge of orange where the sea meets the sky.

The waves bellow in a deep voice

Then crash into the shore

A thin slice of crystal-clear water rushes up the beach

Leaving behind a few drops of foam

I lay down on the sand and watch

A small sliver of light eventually lights up half the sky

Then a glint of the round fiery ball appears.