Memories

The wind rustles through the trees.
The water rushes through the sand.
The cool mist creeps through the air.
The grainy sand lies on the beach.
Calm and tranquil.

But it is quickly fleeting,
as the car pulls away.
spinning tires and gone.
Now crowded cars are all that meet the eye.

Still, it lingers slightly,Just a tiny speck.
In my memory it will remain.
And it will never die.

Leaving the slightest little taste
Of the salty air,
The slightest little smell,
Of the sandy beach.
The slightest little picture,
Of the waves crashing against the shore.
So I won’t forget
And as the car pulls away
I think of my memories
That will keep this time alive.