Navy man, reaclling those far off times.
Wonderous coral islands
flocks of colorful fish
flying through the waters' blue tealness.
The ships rip into the crisp waters and the men come to the shores.
Magical sounds are foud
captured in the prison of a shell
the beach holds treasures,
jewels hiding in life.
With the coral beach tide my navy man leaves,
with his treasures, and me in his heart
and a twinkle in his blue eyes,
like that of the sun glimmering
on the sky blue waters.