• the great sound of the ocean tide
    i never knew i'd miss it.
    on the waves the surfers ride
    untill the current tips it.
    how i miss the ocean brease
    just flowing through my hair,
    and to hear the wistle of the trees
    the earth's soft whispers through the air.
    the sand so soft to touch
    like powder in my hand.
    i never realy liked it much
    untill i left that beautiful land.