The brightness of the sun reflecting of your paper.
Flicker, flicker, flicker the suns like a light switch in the ocean sky.
The bright glow blinding you as you look for your reflection.

A tiny wasp,
What is the wasp thinking? No one knows.
The wasp is just a tiny speck to the trees reaching for the sky.
Is there any competition? Yes, the buildings are in the way.
Why did man disturb nature for who she really is? Her beauty is
being blocked by mans ugliness.

The clouds are as soft as pillows taunting you to fall asleep,
in the clear ocean sky.
Clouds hiding the smiling sun from view threatening to make a flood.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch the passing of peoples feet passing by.