"The Salty Sea"
I look out upon my window and
Smell the salty sea; I see the trees blowing in the breeze.
The fish flop...flop, flop.
The salt and pepper seagulls squall...squall, squall.
If only I could take it in, all.
Summer is here. The sun is shining bright.
The happy feeling that I get from the salty sea is coming back.
I wake up and look out upon my window.
I smell the salty sea.
I see the seashells, washed upon the shore.
Brown ones, black ones, gray ones, white ones,
Ones with ridges, ones with bumps,
Ones that bring back memories of summers before.
Night falls, and
Turtles come from the salty sea.
I wait for them to lay their eggs.
The turtles dance onto the shore,
Then sit on their big, comfy chair.
The mother is as green as the grass.
The babies, as white as the dry sand.
Then I wait, wait, wait for fall to come around.
Fall is here.
The sky is black.
The only thing I can see is
The moon, brighter than the sun.
The turtles hatch,
Then go on to the salty sea.
Some will make it, others won't.
I look out upon my window years later
I smell the salty sea,
And I see the trees swaying in the breeze.
Something is different, though.
I don't see the squalling seagulls, nor the flopping fish.
Nor the scurrying crabs, nor the children playing with a Frisbee disk.
The seashells, well there is quite a few.
I don't get that happy feeling like I used too.
What has happened to the salty sea?
Oh, it's just covered in debris.
I look out upon my window and
Smell the salty sea; I see the trees blowing in the breeze.
The fish flop...flop, flop.
The salt and pepper seagulls squall...squall, squall.
If only I could take it in, all.
Summer is here. The sun is shining bright.
The happy feeling that I get from the salty sea is coming back.
I wake up and look out upon my window.
I smell the salty sea.
I see the seashells, washed upon the shore.
Brown ones, black ones, gray ones, white ones,
Ones with ridges, ones with bumps,
Ones that bring back memories of summers before.
Night falls, and
Turtles come from the salty sea.
I wait for them to lay their eggs.
The turtles dance onto the shore,
Then sit on their big, comfy chair.
The mother is as green as the grass.
The babies, as white as the dry sand.
Then I wait, wait, wait for fall to come around.
Fall is here.
The sky is black.
The only thing I can see is
The moon, brighter than the sun.
The turtles hatch,
Then go on to the salty sea.
Some will make it, others won't.
I look out upon my window years later
I smell the salty sea,
And I see the trees swaying in the breeze.
Something is different, though.
I don't see the squalling seagulls, nor the flopping fish.
Nor the scurrying crabs, nor the children playing with a Frisbee disk.
The seashells, well there is quite a few.
I don't get that happy feeling like I used too.
What has happened to the salty sea?
Oh, it's just covered in debris.