A place called home

Imagine waking up to a beautiful sunrise
The sounds of birds chirping, roosters crowing and hens clucking
Light footsteps of the early birds taking a stroll outside

Opening the door, you hear the waves rushing to shore
You see a beautiful blue sky, white sandy beach
You walk barefoot down the pavement to the rocks towards the beach
You feel the cool billowing breeze swirling down your neck, lifting up your hair

Trotting down the beach, taking a stroll, sometimes running against the wind
Picking up pretty shells, saving the little crabs on the beach
And jumping into the cool blue sea for a swim
That's your daily morning exercise

You head back, get ready for your daily routine
Doing what you want to do for a living
While watching the morning surfers catching waves
You take a few pictures, read a little and start to write
While soaking up the daily scenes on the beach

It's the evening and you fold up all that's left
Watching the beautiful sunset and the birds flying home
The fishermen standing on big rocks taking in their last catch
Trudging home on your bare feet, your feet sinking in with each step
Feeling the last sunrays beating down your back
You go for your last swim for the day in the warm blue ocean
And move your limbs in vinyasa yoga moves on the beach

It's dark with an orange bright line across the black sky
You head back to your little hut ready to end the day
You close your eyes listening to the sound of the waves
Till you drift away in deep sleep having pleasant dreams

That's where I want to be.....