On The Beach

The sugar-like sand,
The white-capped waves.
The sound of the ocean,
The beach is what they crave.
The melody of silence,
And the harmony of sound.
Work together with the wind,
Blowing all around.
Shifting sand,
Rolling rocks.
All of them moving
To the beat of nature's clock.
One by one,
The shells move in time.
I wish I could see them,
And their colors in their prime.