They were so happy, just this day
Hanging around under the trees,
Nice fresh water,
And nobody to lay an eye on them
D never wanted to go in the first place
He despised any idea of sun, of sand,
And strangely of swimming
But he had some kind of fun
Was first in the water and last out of the beach
Insisted that they took a picture
Of the first day, in a million year,
That he felt the light could touch his broken heart again.
Julius K.