Footsteps in the sand

I sometimes sit and think about a far away land, one with palm trees and white sand beaches, tropical breezes and nonexistent populations.

Yes, that tropical lad that lays undiscovered, hidden from the maps and new technology satellites.

Just miles of ocean with beaches wrapped around an Eden of tropical forests and fresh waterfalls.

Food for the picking and fish that jump into your net, my mind wishes that there was such a place, one that existed outside of my dreams.

I guess we would all wish for the Robinson Crusoe life if we could find that one special place.

Palm treed huts that sit high up in the trees, overlooking the most beautiful of sights, with not another soul to be seen.

Such a glorious dream, well why not after all it is my vision, but as we all know if we did find such a place.

The first thing we would always see is the footsteps in the sand made by those who found our special Eden before us.

I guess, perfection is more of a state of mind than a reality for people who dare to dream.

Bear