My beach

Walking on a wave,
Listen to the call.
Though never seen,
And never touched,
I listen all the time.

Picture the sand,
White like the clouds,
The ocean,
Blue as could be.
Take a trip here with me.

See the kids,
Squeal and shout,
Remember that,
For years to come.

For know we see,
An image,
But soon it will be,
A lovely trip,
For all to see.

Just look again,
You'll see what I mean,
With love,
Hope and strength,
It might be there again.