On the beach in the open breeze, and
The sun's heat raying down on me.
My towel lying on the warm sand,
There's a beautiful view of the fresh living sea.
A palm tree shades me from the sun,
The tree leaves shield me from any tropical storm.
Then the sun will set, so perfectly done.
The horizon takes its evening form.
The wind will blow through a draping willow tree,
The skies turn darker as time will fly.
Then the light of the sun will leave me.
After a while the day has gone by.
Down on the beach in the open breeze
The addiction of the beach is a common, yet UN-killing disease.
