Daily my life revolves around the beach

On most days it is still, no surf

As I walk across, feet burning upon the sand

Floating lazily in the sea, so warm and clear

Slowly swimming beneath the sun

Thankful for the respite of a cloud

Today is so hot, oh for a cloud

Thankful to cool off within yards of the beach

Becoming bronzed from the sun

Peaceful here, gently lapping surf

Why we are here not abundantly clear

Too much thought as I lay upon the sand

Swimming deep, down to the sand

Perfect vision, nothing to cloud

A few weeds, otherwise water crystal clear

Almost deserted back on the beach

Gentle waves no chance to surf

Just me, the sea and the sun

Today I awake where is the sun?

Rain lashing down upon the sand

The sea is wild, today big surf

Windy, rainy! Oh why so much cloud

As I look out across my rain sodden beach

No swimming today, that’s abundantly clear

Once the tropical storm passes, all will be clear

As here I sit awaiting the appearance of the sun

Much debris is washed up along miles of the beach

Intermingled, abandoned all across the sand

Pristine, perfection this does a little cloud

All this flotsam, brought here by the surf

Today a Barbie, full of turf and surf

Mountains of food required, that’s so clear

Skies please keep away that cloud

For this day we want the sun

As we set up here upon the sand

On this place, our own little beach

Running across the beach, sprinting into the surf

Footprints left deeply in the sand, sharp and clear

Gazing up at the ever present sun, hopeful nothing will cloud.