The Beach Poem by Autumn Baccellia

The cool winds brush across me
with the taste of its salty air,
and as I walk across its delicate self
I have no more fears.
I jump into its warm caressing soul
as it covers me with a question to know
its mystery.
It gives to me a higher consciousness
and to understand and know what innocent,
pure beauty is.
While it frees my soul
from things that once corrupted me,
its leads me to believe
there will never be an end.