From mere particles they have risen, took shape
Lost fragments in the ocean breeze
Stretched proudly toward the sunlight
Inspired hearts and minds both new and fertile
A perfect show of mans desire to create
To play God, if only for a moment in time
Until inevitably mother nature grows tired of the day
The evening tide and sea foam Goddess cleaning our slate.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
From mere particles they have risen, took shape
Lost fragments in the ocean breeze
Stretched proudly toward the sunlight
Inspired hearts and minds both new and fertile
A perfect show of mans desire to create
To play God, if only for a moment in time
Until inevitably mother nature grows tired of the day
The evening tide and sea foam Goddess cleaning our slate.
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