Sailboat Horizon

I liked the sail boats. I woke up one day and there they were. Lot’s of ’em. Dozens and dozens.

They come from somewhere far, far away. Somewhere over the horizon. They make me smile.

Every morning I see them. I get up and there they are.
Coming from far away.

When the sun goes down, I see them again. They head back to the horizon.

I don’t know where they go, or where they come from, but they always make me smile.