• As I walk along this ocean of White Gold,
    my feet caress the sparkling grains,
    I twinkle my toes in the almost liquid like crystals,
    Half way between land and sea,
    The bridge between earth and water,
    It's like my imagination has taken over,
    I hear the thunder of the sea calling me,
    The whistle of the grass pulls me way,
    And the constant pull keeps me centered,
    I am in the middle of a tug of war,
    A war between Mother Nature,
    And Father Sea,
    Together keeping us in balance and motion.
    As I walk along this ocean of White Gold,
    All I see is dreams . . . .