Beach

The sky's rose gold,

Making it look like a painting.

The waves crash onto the sand,

Turning it into a blank slate.

The birds skim the water,

Scaring the fish away.

The wind blows against the ocean,

Pushing mini waves to the shore.

Slowly the sky fills with stars,

Shining like crystals in a cave.

The water becoming violent,

Scaring the birds away.

The wind feeling like paper cuts,

Leaving small, hot scars on your face.

The sand turns cold,

Chill to the touch.

Everything is still,

Except for the ocean.

Waves breaking the silence.

This is the final piece, what do you think? If you think there is a change that should be made, feel free to share it.