What beach?

Oh Beach

Where have you gone?

Where there is usually sand for running on,

Now there is deep, cold water.

Where there are usually critters and seaweed to sniff,

Now there are logs.

Where there is usually much room for playing and sniffing,

Now there is none.

We sit on a log

And we wonder

What does "super high winter tide" mean?

And when are you coming back,

Oh Beach?