Joyful seaside fun, we crash 

together happily the sun, the

sun is like a yellow beach ball with which the children play.

 

The breeze whisks up, spraying

on our felt leaves, dusting them with tiny bits of sand.

 

It seems as if they have a laugh and

it all goes away, when the salty sea 

drenches us, polishes our leaves, the nice

old sea, collapses at our feet, through the

murky water we see a face.

 

Joyful seaside fun, we crash together happily, we ferns have had a good time, for now at least