The Quiet Whispers

Walking on the beach,

Looking around at the repulsive pollution.

Bottles, wrappers, cans everywhere in sight,

The only scent coming to my nose is the oil in the ocean.

The ocean used to wave at me with a big smile on her face.

Now she doesn’t.

The beach is a monster.

Running on the beach,

Looking at the sand that is shining as yellow as the sun.

Beachballs, towels, sandcastles staring back at me.

My nose is picking up the salty smell coming from the beach water.

The ocean looks at me and starts waving at me again.

The beach is my best friend.

What would you rather?