Robin’s egg blue velvet
Soiled by sand.
The dirt clinging to the soft material,
Fading the blue to a dusty brown. 

Nature clings onto 
What’s human made.
Not because it wants to,
But because we force it.

Someone dragged that chair onto the beach,
Four wooden legs leaving indents in the sand. 
They collapsed into the chair,
Their spine pressing against the 
Hard buttons scattering the backrest.

They kicked up the dusty sand,
Particles grasping onto the 
Previously beautiful blue velvet. 
The person didn’t notice, though.

They flung their head back,
Eyes scanning the bright sky,
The shimmering water.
Taking in all of nature
That was never theirs to take.