Saturday afternoons

At home playing with my fake sword

My mind is telling me I'm so bored

My toys too high reach

So maybe I can go to the beach

Running through the golden sand

Wind strokes my hair as I gracefully dance

Gliding through the warm stunning beach

My teeth crunch on a juicy summer peach

I squint at the sizzling glistening sun

While feeling like I'm the only one

Through the forest I ride my bike 

Red gums Eucalyptus scents as I carefully hike

Wandering, awakened through the Lilly Pilly trees

Tickling my cheek, the gentle breeze

I smell waffling wattle and saffron yellow flowers

In blissful surroundings, I could sit here for hours