Walking slowly along the beach,November’s wind is cold, As is the water-

I run from the pearly waves drawing towards for my dry feet,

Reaching my eyes,where as to follow,reminds me of where I used to go,

Watching the brilliant colors of the crisp clear sunset,

Casting the greatest gleam across the sky,lit as if an archless rainbow,

Fading Emerald Green flashing brightly before dark sets in,

  I turn with a teardrop, as I face the world again,back into the race I descend,

Sleep until the following the day,Awaken refreshed,another break surely awaits ,

As my feet hit the ground.