Song of the Sea

I remember the smell of the salt on the sand,

I remember the song of the sea.

Even inland, so far from that sand,

I still hear the waves calling me.

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The land is solid, unmoving, unchanging,

The sea, it never stood still.

The wind through the air, as I weaved seaweed with care,

I remember the seagulls' light shrill.

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The inland is green, with sights unforseen,

And serene is the soundless blue sky.

I've seen Men and more, so far from the shore,

And yet I still yearn for its cry.

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So I've sworn to return to the shore, cherished home,

My feelings, they do not belie.

For while the land is so grand, my heart's yearning rings true,

I must cease, must stop living this lie.

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So west I shall travel, down to the ocean,

To my back is the grass and the trees.

And at once I feel my burden's been lifted,

My spirit, it once more flows free.