I love to stare
into pools of emerald green
the waves all paint pictures
that try to speak to me

and those pictures start to write
little words down in my head
but the story had no ending
there's so much to be said

A storm is in the distance
or is it in the past?
I want to be the breeze
that blows strong at your back

I want to share the journey
and join you for the ride
be the reason for your smile
and hold you when you cry

h.l.