Beach Umbrellas

A kaleidoscope of color sprouting from the sand;

A most unusual bouquet dotted across the land;

Each one could tell a story, the tiny and the grand.

Mine seems so mundane amongst the prints and stripes;

I never before noticed the varieties and the types,

Anchored in the sand with their little pipes.

They came from far and wide to stand upon this beach;

Sentinels in the wind defying sunburn’s reach;

If each one could speak, I wonder what they’d teach.