Crisp, salty air blows bolder fr
Om places where cool streams of of aq
Amarine glide past fragments of
Sand coral rise where
Throngs of fish swim past jagged chasms as voices f
Rom the deep echo faintly w
Hile brisk winds whisk
Yes, we are but froth
Molded from water, winder, and land and app
Earing for but an instant before merging into
Sea again.