I think sea foam would taste like perfectly frothed salty vanilla cold foam.
Imagine the course waves feeling the warm wet sand again
A sunny day full of bliss,
Flip flops full of sand
Everything washes away
Lopsided sandcastles built by tiny fingers
Knocked over when it's finished
When it gets boring to look at
Everyone gets knocked down
Only those who get back up can truly experience life's intention
Sometimes I wonder why mother nature is mistreated
Why do we, her children, destroy her transcendent jewels
The ones she cared for and gently laid down for admiration of such beauty,
not for its ruin.
Why must the waves draw back so soon
Why isn't there answers for such useless questions
How does the fool always win at the end of a tale
Why must the parents leave their kin
How can only one species differ in endless ways
Country music has changed so much.