Clarks, Byron Bay

The waves doubled over each other,
Being surfed to shore.
The light house continues to provide light,
The beach shaped as a great arc.
Snakes swivel through the path,
As children boogie board the sandy walls.
The soft white sand filled in my hair,
My skin tans from the kiss of the sun. 
The water shines a radian aqua blue,
The taste of the salt water you didn't mean to swallow.