The sea In its fullest glory
The Summer birds chirping the day away,
The past , it is a story
Its Pages, ordered in the most peculiar way.
The children Bounced upon The sand oh so coarse,
Tender and Comforting,
The parents watched in perfect glee
Unhinged by The pain, Of yesteryear.
The Air , still Evident,
On the surface of my skin
No Riches can Rent,
Oh the days, you spend with your kin!