Sunshine on my face
dont you just love to be
the beach, the sky
and with high tide
a flooded senses day

to pack away
that picnic basket
filled with days
filled to play
as clear as the sky
with marshmellow clouds

mango trees
beam at me
their lovely fruit
hang to sway
a coconut breaze
that's been for days
in pineapple time
the day grows old
but for me
as I'm still young
buttermilk river
in search of a home
will it find one...
I dont know