Feel It's WarmthA Poem by alexAlexanderI trust that you enjoy as you read and feel its warmthFEEL ITS WARMTH WHITE CLOUDS DRIFT IN, CARRIED BY A GENTLE BREEZES FORMING A SOFT CANOPY OVERHEAD. THEY OFFER A WELCOMING. BREAK FROM THE SUN’S GOLDEN RAYS. A NATURAL SHADE FROM ITS WARMING TOUCH. HERE ON THE SANDY BEACH, LAUGHTER FILLS THE AIR AS FAMILIES RELAX, SPREADING SUN LOTION AND SINKING INTO SOFT GRAINS BENEATH THEM. THE CLOUDS, LIKE AN UMBRELLA, ADD TO THE MAGIC OF A SUMMER EVENING, WHILE A WHISPERING BREEZE DANCE AROUND, CARRYING THE SCENT; OF SALTWATER AND ADVENTURE. CHILDREN BUILD SANDCASTLES, THEIR TINY HANDS SHAPING TOWERS AND MOATS, WHILE OTHERS EXPLORE THE SHORELINE: COLLECTING SEASHELLS LIKE HIDDEN TREASURES. “AYE AYE, CAPTAIN”! THEY SHOUT, HOISTING THEIR KITES INTO THE SKY. THEIR TAILS FLUTTERING IN RHYTHM TO THE CLASSIC SOUNDS OF “SURFIN' USA”. BY THE BEACH BOYS. SEAGULLS GLIDE OVERHEAD AS SANDPIPERS DART ALONG THE WATER’S EDGE, CHASE BY GIGGLING KIDS. PARENTS JOIN IN HELPING. THEIR LITTLE ONES GATHER SMOOTH PEBBLES. AND CREATE BEACH ART HEARTS. DRAWN IN THE SAND. SEAWEED DECORATIONS PLACED LIKE JEWELS, AROUND NAMES ETCHED BY TINY FINGERS. AS THE SUN BEGINS TO SET, FAMILIES GATHER AROUND A SMALL BONFIRE, ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS AND SHARING STORIES. THE SKY BLAZES WITH COLORS PINK, ORANGES, AND PURPLES; BRIGHT RED. A PERFECT ENDING TO A DAY FILLED WITH SIMPLE JOY. SOMEONE PULLS OUT A GUITAR AND SOON, FAMILIAR SONGS: OTHERS JOIN. IN, WITH VOICES BLENDING SOFTLY LIKE THE ROLLING WAVES. BEFORE HEADING HOME, THERE’S ONE LAST ADVENTURE' A GLOIN THE DARK SCAVENGER HUNT ALONG THE SHORE. CHILDREN RACE TO FIND HIDDEN TREASURE MARKED BY SMALL, GLOWING STONES, AS THEIR LAUGHTER ECHOING UNDER THE STAR-LIT SKY. THESE ARE THE MOMENTS THAT SPARKLE THE SAND BETWEEN TOES THE WARMTH OF A SHARED SMILE AND A PROMISE OF ANOTHER FUN-FILLED BEACH DAY JUST AROUND THE CORNER. © 2025 alexAlexanderAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 24, 2025 Last Updated on June 24, 2025 AuthoralexAlexanderMarietta, GAAboutBecause poetry is life. As a poet, it is our gift that allows the very pulse that beats through our Breath. That gives birth to a new creation. more.. |

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