For I am a child of the sea
Though I roost on land,
Tree is my canopy
Earth my deck
My sill is an ocean of petrified things
Crab, Wood, Shell, and Glass
Turned in the gray foam of the sea
And I as these petrified things have
Been turned by the sea, scoured and polished into
What I am….and will become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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