The kites rising in the sky,
The wind upon my face.
The sand is cool beneath my feet,
God how I love this place.
I walk along the shoreline,
looking out to sea.
And dream of journeys not yet done,
And places yet to be,
As I walk I dream of wondrous things,
In a world of peace and love.
With no hand to guide me I continue on,
and still no sign from above.