Summer's Over

Wow, it’s so surprising to see sand on a beach.
So cold and hard pressed below my feet.

So gritty and witty every single day.
Too bad, when waves come, it all washes away,

Sometimes I tell kids,
Don’t get carried away,
With their buckets and their trowels.
Don’t be disappointed in the things you can’t create.

When waters rise, they destroy and shape.
They smooth long bars into little ripples.
And leave riptides in their wake.

They grind and they break down, churning strong granite to slate.
So, if you're looking for something meaningful, never step back or hesitate.

For me?

I never search for sand when I visit the beach.
I hunt seashells and catch jellyfish.
And other things.
Far more unique.