The Beach - Rise Again

The sunrise. What a sight. The dreary dark of the night is lifting. It

is being invaded by my strong sunrays. The silver ark has finally

vanished. The night finished, my stretched arms appear filling the

beach like a toddler colouring in their colouring book. Not perfect

but getting there. My vibrant yellow and orange rays pierce through

the cold of the night seeking out the damp from under the rocks

warming every crack.

As I was filling the beach with warmth I noticed a beautiful looking

crab scuttling across the shoreline zigzagging and darting across the

golden sand, trying to get to the rock pools adjacent to the beach.

The shell was a mixture of colours: crimson, grey and verdant blending

into an inky blue. Along the coastline the crab picked up some food

that he could eat. The crab used his mammoth pincer to pluck the food

out of the moist sand. I noticed that the crab wasn’t normal. Instead

of scuttling gracefully it seemed to hobble. This unfortunate

crustacean had lost a leg and a pincer from a battle bravely fought

The mist by the sea cliffs is starting to vanish and the sea fog

lifted like a blanket being pulled in by my sister (the moon) like a

fisherman hauling in his latest catch. My sunrise is nearly complete.

I finally manage to pull myself up. My strength is magnificent. I am

liquid gold in the sky. I hold my warmth in my arms. Now I can rest

for a couple of hours.

It is now the early hours of the morning. Still a bit nippy but my

warmth will win. Big puffs of cloud jostle and fight in the early

morning sky, like huge cotton wool balls or candyfloss at the fair.

Soon they will lose their fight and be blown ...

... middle of paper ...

...ning to the

warmth of their families with hope for a better catch next time.

Now the beach is deserted, all that remains is the debris of another

busy day: lost toy’s, forgotten belongings and discarded rubbish.

There they will remain until the sea washes up the beach, like an army

marching, taking it all away.

Finally my day is done until tomorrow calls. Finished. The beach is

empty. The warmth has gone. The moon has taken over me. The stars

popping out of nowhere, lighting up the night’s sky. The only sounds I

can hear are the waves crashing on the sleeping sand and the biting

and the whistling of the wind.

I am the one thing in the world that is always constant. I rise early

in the morning, lighting everyone’s day. At night I give way to the

moon, until the following day where I shall rise again.