The Simple Life
By Luca Mele, age 13
How did the world get so vast and beautiful?
How long did it take for shells to turn into all this sand?
How can waves fiercely crashing onto the shore be so relaxing at the same time?
Lying in the sea of amber, I wonder these very questions.
Countless grains of sand sticking to my damp, sun-kissed skin,
Varying from an array of colors, from peach, to caramel, to black.
I don’t know how much sand lies on this beach; No-one does.
But what I do know is that I am at peace.
I hear distant sounds of children laughing and adults talking,
The never-ending crash of the waves drifts me away into a nonchalant and peaceful daydream.
I yearned for these days of simple life,
Where your only duty is to not burn your precious skin,
Where the only care is about the sun, sand, and water,
Tell me, why can’t life always be this way?