Leaves of the tropics sway way out of hand.
An area where seagulls will soon meet.
Beholding one's eyes, tis a sea of blue.
Cascading waves, it is such a pleasure.
This setting of mine, you haven't a clue.
A setting so calm, tis without measure.
Yet this heaven of mine, is not complete.
Is something missing? Why of course, tis thee.
The comfort of friends, is indeed a feat.
A feeling unmatched, as true eyes can see.