I have a photo of the ocean
And of the crashing waves
The sun on the horizon
Sending down its rays
In the air there are some seagulls
Scouring the land
Be careful what you’re eating
Because they’ll steal it from your hand
On the sand, there is a beach chair
A shovel and a pail
And a boat without an engine
Just about to sail
There are three or four pedestrians
In their swimming trunks
And a diver in his wetsuit
Looking for treasure that has sunk
The sky is blue, the clouds are white
And there’s a plane that’s far
But still in sight
The photograph, it has it all
Even a net and volleyball
A fine day with so much to do
I’d go now if I were you