The droopy moss hangs down from the sad faces of willow trees that tower over the hot asphalt toad, letting in only a trickle of light.
Palm Trees weep overhead as the wind urges them to drop the last of their morning dew.
Waves can be heard gently slapping the sand as little children laugh in the distance, bolstering the lethargic feeling in my heart.

Spectacular sunlight glistens on the ocean and lights the murky ocean floor make the restless waves as clear as glass.
Crisp white clouds as fluffy as cotton candy make their way across the morning sky.
As the orange sun sets on the beach only one thing comes to mind, “Wow”.

Great marsh frogs croak their lovely songs as the brisk night brings in the hums of grasshoppers strumming their sad ballads.
Gliding along the newly paved street, I hear the sound of the pretty private planes parking in the hangers at the small but loud airport.
Lightning strikes upon ground but all noise is lost in the rhythmic beating of the rain against the roof.

How many shells could possibly be at this beach?
Who has stepped their bare feet on this cool sand before me?
Am I the only one who truly ears the ocean with its gentle call, begging me the come in and swim?
The sun descends down the cloud ridden sky as the final joy of my journey comes to a close.

Bliss
Peace Serene