The child
Is a creature of the sea
He is a bird that dives into the cool
Living for the waves.
Roar and splash, spray and swirl.

The child runs barefoot
Across burning sand
Springs heedlessly into the unknown
Grasping at pebbles, clutching at bubbles.
Kick and glide, pull and breathe.

The child
Is a creation of the sea
He is son of the sun and the sand and the shore
Unclothed and untainted.
The child is a beach child.

High.
As high as the skylark.
My only companion is the wind,
Bringing me news of noise
Far below.

Silence, like a watchful hawk,
Swooping down suddenly.
My bed is the grass and the wildflowers.
My refuge -
The top of the world.