Walk on the Beach
A gentle breeze begins to blow,
white hot sands felt on each toe.
Crashing waves are rolling in,
the suns' heat apparent on my skin.
There's no better than this summer view, sails blowing across the water blue.
A blue comfy quilt fills the sky abound, taking in the seashore and all her sounds.
Breathing in the smell of sea air,
should we rest here on a lounge chair?
Under a palm tree with my soul,
or continue on our coastal stroll.