Ocean’s Occupation

Sun gleaming off the water,
Sand, wet, the tide grows farther,
Seashells washed up on the shore,
Seagulls dive for fish, not too hungry, anymore,
Little kids run with little nets,
Chasing fish they will never catch,
Teenage boys searching on the stride,
Chasing girls and telling lies,
Sun high in bloom, no care in its mind,
It rests peacefully, distant, in the sky,
Girls laying out, reading to pass time,
Hoping not to be disturbed by anyone passing by,
Sun growing tired; goes on break awhile,
Moon on night shift, up with a smile,
Stars reflecting off the water, ocean crashing loudly,
Crabs all out, claws snapping about, walking around proudly,
Little kids in bed, sleeping tight all the night,
Teenagers on the shore, anything but bored,
Clear skies, only stars,
The moon watching lit cigars,
A couple stares with delight,
pleased with the beauty of the night,
People laughing in the distance,
someone singing—just listen,
Guitar strumming out some chords,
On mark with the waves rolling towards;
crashing loudly, white foam forms,
sneaking back into the water from shore.
Sand under feet and through the toes,
Oh, this freedom, never go,
Moon grins with its occupation,
Night, the root of temptation,
Stars hanging way up high,
Ocean ceasing to say good-bye.