The Canal

Floating down the canal,
a best friend on one hand,
and my family on the other.
The warm sun beating down,
holding me in a small prison.
Humidity is the ruler,
and I am the slave.
But a savior,
so sweet and grand.
The underdog in this case,
totally underrated.
Oh it's dear old water itself,
cold on my tender skin.
Colliding with the heat,
as the current pushes me by.
Down the shallow path I travel,
laughing, singing, screaming.
Everything is so prefect,
not a single care in the world.
The tingling of each drop kisses me,
it kisses my skin like a gentle hello.
A new world has entered,
and I am exploring.
I am completely submerged,
cool and refreshing is each breath.
Laughter fills the air,
and vacation has finally begun.