Warm sand beneath our toes
The soft, ocean breeze brushes my hair
Another day, where it never snows
Each view, oh, so fair
Who would want to leave this place?
No mystery of weather or whim
Could one worry about anything here?
While the sun slowly begins to dim
Laying on the hammock, without any fear
The palms and birds sway with grace
Sun shines down with strong embrace
“One more fruit platter, if you would!”
To get it myself, if only I could
Mundane in perfection