Bottles of Sand

We made the plans and we set the dates

To walk through warm sand and fill up our plates

Explore all the food and above all the beach

We would share good moods as we sink in our feet

Into the sandy powder of all shades and colors

Waves even louder? We’ve always but wondered…

How it would be to just laugh and explore

All of the beaches the world has in store.

We made the plans, and set the dates

Little did we know, the dates were too late.

-Our Angel Celeste