A Lone Yellow Sentinel
A solitary yellow tennis ball lies in the field, a vibrant spot of color against the vast, green canvas.

A solitary yellow tennis ball lies in the field, a vibrant spot of color against the vast, green canvas.
Upon the shore where waves retreat, A lone bird stands on steady feet. With patient gaze and gentle grace, It scans the sands, a quiet chase.
Along the beach road, a few old-fashioned huts stand resilient amidst swirling sand, while the wind bends the palm trees in graceful arcs.