Beach in Midsummer

The beach is lovely during that midsummer time

Around July or August when the sun feels lazy in the sky

And the sunsets leave the sky a gold-pink spectacular sight

And in and out

And in and out

The waves move and breathe their way across the shore

Taking down castles and hills and towers

And leaving muddy sand in its wake

The waters recede

And out they go

And out they go

Taking grains of sand along with them

Dropping them off somewhere past Atlantis

A/N: Turns out this was originally supposed to be about humanity. I guess if you think really hard (and you're sleepy while thinking really hard) that you can still see what I was getting at. I don't know why I decided to post it. I mean, I don't hate it, but usually I don't post older work. Anyway, enough blabbering. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. (I am a review junkie. No, I don't care if you leave constructive criticism, but some people that constructive criticism isn't saying "I don't mean to be offensive, but never write again or I will kill both you and your family. Have a nice life!") Now that I leave you a too long author's note, I'm going off to bed.