"Oh how you drift so slow,
don't you know you have a long way to go,
She smiled and whispered, my beauty lies in the flow
For you see,
In the end i'll just be the sea,
But that's not the prayer unto him I make,
Behind me, therein lies my legacy,
For where she touched,
she left flowers in her wake"
This poem is a dialogue between a young girl, fresh into the world who can't wait to achieve her dreams and a gently flowing stream still miles away from reaching the sea.