The sun rises to soft, silent, creaking
To sand crunching in rhythmic beats
Back and forth 'neath her warm weight
As feathered pastels sway against
The age old canvas of waves guarded
By an old heirloom rocking , drifting
As the gentle sun rays reach round
Footprints of life begin to appear
The moon's french tipped fingers
Yeild the world to the heat of day
Nature awakens and raises her voice
Skipping through sand and grass
Waiting for the day to begin
Desperately painting ivory skin
A sun-kissed brown, my child
My daffodil yellow swimsuit
With my breeze blown hazel hair
Curling in a tempter's wind
Alas, the sun is up too soon
Leaving this creaking rocker barren
