The Beach

by Gaby DiMasi ’26

Should I compare you to the sunny beach?

Under the sun, where the palm trees will stand. It almost makes me feel like I'm a peach. And where the waves touch the bright, white, warm sand.

Gives memories that will never decay,

On the sand, where we can talk and all tan. The silence, and peace, where we all would lay. We never left the beach without a plan.

Beneath the skies, we laid under moonlight. The wind disappeared, like it's never there. The moon would always shine, so very bright. Then there was no longer a blinding glare.

And yet, it's just a place with memories, Feels like I haven't been there in centuries.