The sea

The beach is loud and wavy.
It is roaring out loud.
Maybe it is sharing its pain.

I walk on the shore,
picking shells,
throwing them again in the water away.
Do I see fisherman over there?
They have spread nets across the sea.
I hope they catch some fish,
before it gets rainy.
Children are playing,
but they are a little away,
the flag is red, I guess.

The smell is different around the sea,
The air is humid and my feet are all sandy.
Even with everything that is happening around,
I feel the sea is forever alone,
Like me it stays,
Sometimes calm and sometimes roary,
but staring at the world always.