Life of Paradise

Full of golden sand,

Quite an empty land.

Only a few huts,

Made of straw and wood.

 

The birds flying overhead,

The old man asleep in his bed.

Only the sound of waves is there,

Everybody lives without a care.

 

The children come out and begin to play,

The sun heating the bright day.

The old man who used to teach,

Has now retired to his beach.

 

I hope to retire to this land one day,

The roof over my head will be made of hay.

One day I might be able to lay,

Just like the old man.