Poem.

Little thoughts that make me hungry

When time seems to empty, the sea gets angry

Ashore, my mind sits with the turtle eggs and sand

Deep down, beneath the tide, a world to explore

A place to be, with the seahorses and shells

Dance under the moonlight where the sea meets

The horizon and the bees come out to play

There is a special warm breeze and a feeling

Of happiness. Before the sea eats the land, before

The people suffocate the Earth and the clouds

Eat the stars. Dive into the sea and fine love.