Together we are, everything and all.
Not destined to sulk, by the wayside fall.
Or sit all alone.
Like muted shiny stones.
The cliffs are daunting,
not we, though, wanting.
The wind will blow soft as a breeze.
It will only manage to caress the trees.
It'll not be hot nor will it freeze.
Make us smile, not make us sneeze.
They'll sway with us, the weeds and reeds.
Spill forth the mother, her pearly beads.
The sands shall glow.
As lapping seawaters, ebb and flow.
Those gulls will hover, to guide us bye.
As on mother nature's, bosom we lie.
The salty spray will add to the taste.
As we stroll the bay, without any haste.
I'll carry some of your bags,
tote them along, with my tattered rags.