Sandy Beaches

Sandy Beaches

This place he feels, it's unreal to meet,

The warmth, relaxation, placed under his feet,

When he's still, he sink's, just try not to blink,
Not fund of holidays, nor tricks, but treats,

He enjoys the most, especially when taking,
In, yet again, then again, and finally he's awaking,

From this dream in the day, he touch, smell, and see,
He hears, and think, of this place he's seek,

The wind he can feel, as he stretch, and reaches,
As planned, he stands, and glanced at Sandy Beaches...