There are stories of gods and goddesses that ride on tender ocean breezes that bring warmth and cold to the shorelines that
I play in,
I feed from,
and I plan to bring my children to.
The stories will grow with the salt air in their lungs and the cold, damp, packed sand under their toes. Every season will bring life to these stories, eventually gaining truth in each moment and event. The people will hear of these stories and choose whether or not to participate in them with their hearts and minds. They will grow in darkness and light as their own entity of truth. They will becomes the unbroken waterfalls of the sun and as important as the sun-drenched oceans.  
These are my words, as I see fit.