Where the salty sea water blows bubbles
as the water crashes up against the shore.
Where tree branches lie on the ground
bathing in the sun light,
on the soggy morning leaves.
Where the trees sway to the songs
that the birds sing in the branches
at the very top of the tree.
Where the grass is dancing in the wind
while we stroll past,
and the cicadas chirp happily
in the light of the sun.
Where the bell hangs still, on the roof waiting to be rung.
In the summer, autumn, winter and the spring,
It's my fun place, that I like to be.