The sun was beaming down on me

Ringing in my ears

Obliterating my skin

Palm trees swaying in the wind,

So free

Almost too good to be true

I dreamt of being them.

Waving in the wind so gracefully

Not a worry in the world.

The clouds were different

They were delighted to be clouds

Happy clouds, so pure

Never sad

Ready to give the shade needed to survive.

The sand was alive

Light brown and shining

It looked magical

Grasping onto my feet

Trying to keep me forever

It holds a sense of joy

And it wouldn't leave me

Following me with every step.

Spain had me trapped

Never wanting to leave

Everything so joyful

Accepting everything and everyone.