Saturday Night at the Seashore

The tide comes in, the tide goes out
The moon is full, the stars are bright
The wind is blowing past grilled trout
I’m sitting enjoying the quiet night

Some friends are playing Frisbee there
Others are swimming in the sea
I enjoy the smell of the salt air
The warmth of the burning driftwood tree

Listening to strumming guitar music
I drift along through daydreams
Singing a soft and soothing lyric
Everything’s as peaceful as it seems

Days like these can be but few
Enjoy them all while they’re still new

Written in response to the challenges from the daily prompt and napowrimo.net.