Morning Beach

Calmed,

By the salty scent,

Of the great big blue,

I feel the softness of,

Wet sand,

Pillows beneath my feet,

Beneath my feet,

Drenched by,

Those giant waves,

That comes,

Crashing down,
Up on me,

I hear,

Boom,

Of the island drums,

Are cannons,

Sounding off a beat,

And the party has just begun,

A wave of tartness,

As I eat a freshly picked lime,

I see the big thick trunk,

Of a huge palm tree,

Watching over me,

From above,

Like a parent,

Watches their child,

Shading me,

From the hot morning sun,

What a great way to start a morning,

If only it weren’t just a dream
This was my favorite place poem