Warm blue skies in a Zakynthian Sky,
white fluffy clouds go passing by
floating away like waves in the breeze
which lap up slowly, hitting your knees
Golden sand meets with the blue of the sea
Oranges hang high in a Greek orchards tree
Little fish swim in the sea round your feet
Nipping your toes for a little treat
Music is played by a traditional band,
as you bury your toes deep down in the sand
and solar rays turn worshippers from white into brown
Just in time for their night on the town
The Inkwell 