Blue Skies Are Calling
as the waves come crashing
rapidly bashing
against the endless shore
the crying sounds
of the watchers of the sea
bound to look for scraps to eat
the tourists move to and fro
as the seasons come and go
looking for the perfect spot
baking in the bright and blistery sun
turning the skin into a bronzing brown
just the look of summer fun
immense sweating leading to dehydration
junk food to constipation
vacations to anticipation
the wind thrashing
the sand castles blasting
stinging the childrens faces
the sand is strenously but carefully molded
into works of messy art so golden
only to be destroyed by tiny feet
stomping the ruins, and claiming defeat
then the season comes to an end
and all the burned flesh tourists pack up and mend
going home to their boring lives
to once more be captives
to their expressionless faces
and their worn out places
until the next season begins
when they can feel the sun warming their skin
hot and burning
blistering and peeling
no more restraining from feeling
and the smiles rise
with sweet surprise
no more disguise
just beautiful blue skies
