The Golden Sand

The soft blanket of light golden sand,

Grabs your breath at first sight,

Beautiful and pure from a distance,

But perceptions change in a new light.

On closer inspection flaws surface,

And the sand is now grit,

These broken pieces of small rocks,

Thrash the shore where you sit.

Trying to avoid grit between your toes,

Your footsteps increase speed,

As you delve deeper into the cold,

You’re unsure of how to proceed.

Astounded by the revelations,

That lay on the once glistening shore,

You’re desperate not to let the sand burn,

Because you’ve been burned before.

Copyright By Dayna