It’s not just sand, it’s brilliant white sand.

I don’t want only sun, I want glorious sun.

A blue sky’s fine, but I want heavenly blue.

And if the water’s the same color as the sky, I’m leaving.

I want almost clear aquamarine. No, more green.

Please make the palm trees sway in the breeze just for me.

A brown wooden deck chair is where I’ll sit and/or lay.

And the point of it all is to play and to play.