The Sandy Seaside

Where the water and sky match,

For a view this good there gotta be a catch,

The fish playing hide and seek in the corals,

There’s no need for quarrels.

I jump off the dock into the water, 

Looking for fish like a stalker,

Coming up to finally breathe,

I say bye to all the bluefish beneath me.

The fresh air skims against my face,

This is my idea of a perfect place,

Water glides through my hair,

A place like this isn’t fair.

Sand squishes between my toes,

The only dark place is the shadows,

Lying down on the hot sand,

Relaxing and waiting to get tanned.

I would kill to have this beach,

Where the fish are within reach,

Where there are waves that come and go,

And there are no signs of woe.