Not to return, she left her pail

Upon the glistening sand.

Then, crashed into a mighty break,

with all its dazzling spray.

Then, hearing father's voice call out,

she hastened back for shore. But riptide

Bound, she found herself beyond the

Coral edges. Where sharks will

Glide and paint the foam far from

Beachgoers blankets while seabirds

Circled o're the fray, bearing witness to

Her summer's day.