The Magic That is This Place

Sun has risen to another day,

His light streams in my window.

While the sun has no other plan today,

For me, there will be no toil for pay.



I feel the desire for surf and sand,

And the song of birds in flight.

Waves pounding out their rhythmic beat,

Its music will comfort me as planned.



Wind tosses my hair and strokes my face,

My toes on cool, damp pebbles.

I love to come here and dwell,

On the magic, that is this place.



The surf, she plays her game with me,

First, she lays down a small treasure,

Then, swallows it 'neath her foamy skirt.

No straight path, my stroll will be.



The horizon lends it's helping hands,

To aid my heavy mind.

I pause to dream a way,

Off to far and foreign lands.



Alas, to Today, I must return,

But not without my prize.

Alongside tiny gifts of the sea,

My weary soul has been reborn.