- As the beautiful sun sets
- Another day is over
- People around me are searching for happiness
- In money or a lover
- But this feeling is queer
- Sand beneath my feet and stars above me head
- What else do people need
- This ocean is a lullaby, this ground is the bed
- The stars that shine bright
- Remind me every night
- That it’s lonely up there
- And it’s dark without any light
- This ocean lapping at my feet
- Is a feeling that keeps me grounded
- How does everyone else manage without it
- I’m astounded
- The sun with its pretty colours
- Replaced by the moon
- That shines at night with all its might
- I hope people start appreciating this soon
- The colours of nature are oh so beautiful
- From trees that are green to the sky that is blue
- Each flower’s design is so intricate
- So neatly done in every hue
- Is everyone so busy, that they forget to marvel?
- This universe, it’s mysteries and magnitude
- Is it just me who pauses to feel curious?
- Is it just me who enjoys this solitude?
- I often let my thoughts wander freely
- What if the world was ending
- Will it be due to our own vices?
- Can money save the world from falling?
- Why has greed diseased humanity
- And selfishness too, I ponder
- What happened to the harmony and love
- That once helped us grow fonder
- Many give it little thought
- What life could be without money
- Why would anyone help each other for free?
- The mere thought is funny
- I take long walks under the moon
- I feel the sand and ocean too
- Touching my feet ever so often
- A feeling such, felt by no shoe
- I hum to myself a tune that makes
- The moon shine brighter
- The world feel happier and reminds me
- That I really am a fighter
- And that all my problems are not quite hard
- I should take them in my stride
- I can face my problems bravely
- I needn’t cower and hide
- Personally I think
- That we should work on ourselves
- To be that better best
- We always wish people had in themselves
- After all, what matters in the end
- Is that you’re satisfied and glad
- Because money leaves you bankrupt
- And love leaves you broken and sad
- You don’t need to confine yourself to only one interest
- You can be a teacher who teaches history
- And is also a part time writer
- Who writes about many a mystery
- Many times I’ve fallen asleep
- And am woken up on this beach
- By the sun smiling at me bright
- And telling me that happiness is within my reach
- I smile back and get out of bed
- I dust my clothes and drive back home
- And get ready for teaching
- Children about ancient Rome
- I come back to this beach every night
- And write my mystery fiction
- This is how I’ve lived my life
- Giving nature and myself all the attention