The sky is clear and painted azure, clouds are scattered and the bliss is pure.
The sun is shining like a red ruby, into the perfect gold it was set to be.
The white sands are exquisitely carved, by the bristles of wind the sun starved.
The blue waters cool from the sea, would dance in waves in front of me.
Into the dark teak woods is my bar, tending is the man with the sharp old scar.
In the parking, standing alone is my bike, Oh!! That exhaust, the music I like.
The Palm umbrella gives me the shade, as into the sands my time does fade.
Chilled beer cans that would never end, and joints of hash in the right blend.
Not a sound but the nature's song, all day long and all night long.
I lie thinking on and on then, oh then go pause the Big Ben.
I want every such thought to drain, I want to clean my fizzy brain.
I'd wait for that forever long weekend, when my life would be relightened.