Hazel wood boat stretches out,
Trying to reach the shore,
Cerulean glass beckons to the boat,
Tempting it to come back into the sea.
Lush green jungles entwine themselves around the camel cliff,
Trying to hide the bare rough rock.
Rude balls of cotton wool are covering up the sky,
Attempting to conceal the azure expanse.
Tiny white shells all crushed together
Create a peach blanket; rich and soothing, pure and clean.
Paradise.