The ocean,

Powerful healer

I long for your coolness

Your foam kissing my feet.

The wind,

Soft against my hair

I long for your freshness

Your breeze caressing my face.

The sand

Crumbly and golden

I long for your comfy warmth

Softly scrubbing my skin.

A trip to the coast

Boats trips through the waves

Long hours under the sun

Not a problem in the world.

On holidays I go

Leaving this short poem

Time for my mind to rest

And later begin afresh.