The bright sun rises high in the red sky,
While aqua waves push up on the brown sand.
The fluffy, soft clouds slowly pass on by
The blue water sounds like a marching band.

The wind blows softly upon your bright face
Creating a breeze upon the palm trees
The gentle, pretty flowers bloom with grace
As millions of small shells wait to appease

A snap of a finger it all could change:
The wind speeds up, the waves are towering
What was a blue sky now is all dark black,
Now frantic people begin scouring.

The waves come crashing and clears the whole path
The beach is gone except for all the wrath.