Mirrored Sand

• Myvanwy Moushall
• Poetry
• 2009

Upon the sand the waves crash,
Making a Blue and green and indigo mash,
Yet when the sea drags away,
And leaves the sand as smoothest bay,
The waves are painted by the rising moon,
And creates a reflection to make you swoon,
The pink of cloud, the blue of sky,
the red of setting sun that makes you ask why,
Why such beauty of the world is only noticed in the reflection,
On this little sandy beach section,
I guess the truth is that we see the world everday,
That to see it's beauty, you have to look at it in a different way.