Longing for the sea
Take me to that place, where flying fish spread their wings and glide endlessly over gentle swells. Where the horizon in all directions is nothing but a simple blue line of more ocean, and sea birds come to rest upon our graceful home. Where the colors of reef below are bright and clear through transparent turquoise that calls my name. Take me to where coconut palms stand tall and proud on white empty beaches, and I will lay on a bed of shells so intricately spiraled in the colors of calm. It is here in my pellucid home that my legs assume their natural form of a shimmering tail and I descend into the tranquil depths of peace.
Adventures of a Tribe 