Salt in my hair.

I remember the first time the sea touched me.

The magnificent water, salt, the sea.

Water that tastes like salt, the sea in my hands.

I feel the seas’ bottom with my big toes.

The morning moon reaches out to us,

So bright, our skin quenched.

The morning moon so graceful, high in the sky.

Little crabs with their new abodes.

Old ones thrown across the sea floor.

Old crabs find new shells, and new crabs

Find old shells to make their homes.

Sand mountains grab you, they bring you in.

The ocean breathes in, the ocean breathes out.

Breathing in, the shells they tumble.

As they tumble, they clatter and shake.

Sea Shell Music is made.

Sea Shell Music is brought out to sea, where

The fish and mermaids can dance free.

Free as can be, free as the sea, free.

Breathing out, the ocean releases.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

As her green-brown eyes watch.