The Ocean.
The sand is a cloud, soft and white,
And as you step, it slips up around your feet and in between your toes.
Each step you take is warm, the feet found the comfort side.
On a cold winter’s night.
And as you step, it slips up around your feet and in between your toes.
Each step you take is warm, the feet found the comfort side.
On a cold winter’s night.
As you lie on your bed,
The sun shines bright,
A fire, creating warmth
Starting at your toes, it creeps up through your legs,
Past your hips, chest, and arms,
Your fingers tingle, and your face feels pure bliss,
As the flames, envelope you like a blanket.
The sun shines bright,
A fire, creating warmth
Starting at your toes, it creeps up through your legs,
Past your hips, chest, and arms,
Your fingers tingle, and your face feels pure bliss,
As the flames, envelope you like a blanket.
The water so clear, so blue,
Like a mirror, a diamond, a gleam,
The foamy white waves crash against the sandy shore,
Licking your toes, and with a little giggle,
You run run into the ocean, a baby to her mother.
Like a mirror, a diamond, a gleam,
The foamy white waves crash against the sandy shore,
Licking your toes, and with a little giggle,
You run run into the ocean, a baby to her mother.
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