From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky
the sailor's ink like radiant birds did tell
a skip, a leap, a word to murmur sigh.
Then woken by a life of surfaced war
spring's halo lifted mountain's broken mood
martyr to heal, sweet waters to ever soar
dreams once reminisced for, now slowly wooed.
And so dawn's gallant tale of woodland charm
washed onto shore and wind written memoir
this note wondrous and without earthly harm
holds nature's moon, heavenly from afar.
Colors of a passionate sea rise
beyond billowing wings of no goodbye.
