Sunny Day by

Sunny Day This sunny day seems better than the rest It could be the white sand beneath my feet Making them tingle. Maybe it's the cool water beckoning me Tiny tendrils like creeping fingers caressing my toes. In the distance music is lazily drifting over the air waves The scent of salt and seaweed fills up my senses Seagulls hovering above, making their familair sounds reminds me where I am. I'm at the beach and I'm with you. Maybe that's why this sunny day Is better than the rest. CJW 2011