Books are food for the mind. Poetry is food for the soul.

Palm trees swaying in the breeze
warm sand between my toes
blue skies all around me
and the sun above still glows.
Music playing in the distance
as we troop across the sand
laughing about fond memories
walking hand in hand.
Flying into the water
screaming all the way
than jumping out of the waves
upon the sand do we lay.

My Paradise.