Bernice

Trees of a green beach, that your bones can't undo, spread by gentle breeze, a banshee wail of what to see, and what to lose, when it hits your creek, you lie before the enemy, will you slake their mood, hidden by wine and scree, a terrible supply of energy, unshaven workers drool, can they see your feet, it's hard to be discreet, what you've been through, so why laugh easy, the mangrove ticks with heat, fish hang stunned by pools, on yellow sand you redeem, all that bathe's you.