The foamy sea
the salt on me,
the foam on me
salt in the sea.
My legs in sand
white flour on land,
my legs on land
white flour is sand.
The azure sky
seagulls flying high,
and I’m high
with seagulls in the sky.
The breeze hits skin
the world’s on a spin,
and then I spin
when wind hits skin.
The nature’s flow
life’s on a go,
don’t let it go
become the flow.
