Salty sea
sucks the shore.
Succulent sun
shines the skin.
Scorching sand
slides and slips.
Sinking sky
slithers away south.
Solar sight
submerges so slowly.
Soothing sounds
seep into the soul.
Simple silly sports
soar the senses.

People are pouring;
travel and touring.

No need for fences,
nature can protect itself when it needs to.
Exploited for money,
poor people sell dark glasses to see through.
'You smoke big man?'
please forgive us, we know not what we do.