Beach flies biting my arms, like bees they do sting.
Belting out a cry but then began to sing!
Singing a song of being satisfied with one's lot,
Always greener on the other side of the fence, it is not.
Laying prone down on some sand and rocks, gazing up,
Seeing green waters ahead, like fountains that fill my thirsty cup.
Drinking from a water bottle, like it was a warm milk-filled baby bottle,
No milk, just water to keep my throat liquefied and in gear as a throttle.
Children next to me swinging on swings, mothers pushing them taking their turn,
Laughing and singing, swings whistling in the wind as the sun does burn.
Cellphones ringing, on call,
Time to take a break from it all.
After getting well needed rest and baking in the sun,
I got up and sauntered over to the sea, so peaceful; waves there were none.
Sunning myself and absorbing the vitamin D was healthy and fun,
Will do it again tomorrow and with God we will be One.
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