Thousands of girls lay on the beach,

I run through the fields.

I smell the sweet grass,

as the golden fields draw me in

and hug me close.

While they lay sticky with sweat,

in a crowded beach,

sand being kicked in their faces by passerby,

I lay in the cool brown dirt,

feeling the Earth breathe below me,

and watching the clouds float by.

When they go to the boardwalk

for pretzels and sodas,

I go inside to a home-cooked meal.

While they sit alone,

in a crowd of strangers,

I sit surrounded by family.

And I am content.