Can you hear it?
The rhythm of the surf
as it calls to you.
Beaches of glistening white sand,
sea oats standing like sentinels on
the rolling dunes, and small brown
sandpipers drinking from shallow
blue lagoons.
High flying sea birds gliding silently
near the small, puffy white clouds.
Flocks of black tip wing gulls,
squawking often and loud.
Palm trees swaying in the warm
summer breeze. The gentle splashing
of the white foaming surf, lapping at
fresh footprints in the soft wet sand.
The feel of salt water in the air,
which straightens the curls from
your raven black hair.
Come with me, hold my hand and we'll
run in the warm surf once again.
