My Hammock Awaits

Calm, quiet, serene...
Placid glass of pinks and blues
Reflect the sky's hues.

Clouds, curling and dark...
Extinguish the last of light
It soon will be night.

Fragrant, wafting breeze...
The scent of tropical air
Erases all care.

Sounds around me twine...
Gently they lull me to sleep;
Vigil 'or me, keep.

Evening paradise...
All around me is at rest
'Til the sun shall rise.

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This poem reflects the attitude and gratitude of someone on vacation in the Bahamas or the tropics.