I moved to the Midwest last year. Surprisingly, Indiana is considered the Midwest. But now I am landlocked, and I miss the ocean.
Missing the Ocean
The sand is white, the water blue,
The sun is shining down on you.
The seagulls cry, the waves crash in,
A perfect day, you’ve nothing to win.
You walk along the shore, your feet
Sinking into the soft, warm heat.
You feel the sun on your face,
The salt air in your hair, the peace.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath,
The sound of the waves is all you hear.
You’re at one with nature, at peace,
A perfect day, you’re in a trance.
You open your eyes and look around,
The world is beautiful, you’re surrounded.
By sea and sky and sand and sun,
A perfect day, you’re having fun.
You stay there for a while, just basking
In the beauty of this perfect day.
Then slowly you turn and walk back home,
A smile on your face, a song in your soul.
A perfect day, a day to remember,
A day to cherish, a day to treasure.
A day to forget your troubles and cares,
A day to be happy, a day to be free.