Hear I sit, toes in the shimmering sand,
Looking out towards the horizon,
The sky painted a beautiful pink and orange.
The day has come and gone, as I sat here,
With my toes in this cool sand.
The tide has come rolling back in,
Reaching ever closer to the land.
I have become lost in a peaceful haze,
On this day, my sin is sloth,
But I regret nothing!
I choose to enjoy my Sundays.