Fort Myers Beach

The tides began to roll in, around four a.m, all was silent. as the stingrays gathered, constantly, circulating the giant snails, all the while the docks shuttered and bounced behind, the pier while morning shellers, held on to straw hats, while grabbing the daily news, from vendor stands, bicycles lined estero entrance way, the gallantly, glowing red sun, begin to rise, the gulf of grandeur, comes clearly into view, over looking the Caribbean Sea, colors begin exploding, igniting painted walk ways, swinging gates, through brilliant chimes, creating tropical melodies, where butterflies dances, as reptiles wink, the pink flamingos, dip their feathers into cool teal waters, while sinking beaks into soft sands.