Tropical Summer

Tropical Summers, where the fruit is fresh
And sweat drips heavily upon the sand
Heat of the Summer clings tight to the flesh
When bodies lie on the sand getting tan
These days of Summer are dressed in wonder
As I sit cool in the shade of a palm
Where the sea breeze moves fronds, I sit under 
Away from the beach, where the view is calm
I'll watch white waves as they come ashore
And count the ships on the horizon's line
I'll watch the gulls fight for scraps found onshore
See clouds to the East, an ominous sign
This is the place I came to retire
To rest beneath palms before I expire

naturesonnet

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