Lagoon

No plan like normal, just letting the words flow.

Sun glinting off of the water, reclining in a hammock without a single bother, then something demanding her attention caught her.

The wind whistling low, through what was in her hair: a little bow, carrying whatever it may as it might come and go.

Peaceful serenity, no need to worry or question identity, simply living for the moment's maximum enjoyability.

The crabs and gulls around the lagoon, atop the palm tree a monkey somewhat similar to a baboon, although there be fish tis no place for a loon.

An island paradise, with appeal good enough to entice, a feeling like this can never be given a price.