a stalactite gleams
black water drips
the only sound
I was out one day walking, along the glad sounding shore,
Gathering pretty seashells, and watching the seagulls soar.
To the left were lofty mountains, touching the azure skies,
To the right, sparkling ocean, and ahead the butterflies!
In early afternoon sunshine, I enjoyed the warmth's caress,
And breathed deeply of the salty air, as it was very fresh.
I swung my picnic basket, because I was feeling so joyous,
......
a stalactite gleams
black water drips
the only sound
I was out one day walking, along the glad sounding shore,
Gathering pretty seashells, and watching the seagulls soar.
To the left were lofty mountains, touching the azure skies,
To the right, sparkling ocean, and ahead the butterflies!
In early afternoon sunshine, I enjoyed the warmth's caress,
And breathed deeply of the salty air, as it was very fresh.
I swung my picnic basket, because I was feeling so joyous,
......