Off to the ocean, off to the sea.
The place we love most is with the wind of uncertainty.
The place we love is blown to dust.
All we need now is more fuss.
But we need help to go far,
To ride the waves with the wind.
Through the beach with the sand.
Down the hills to the sea.
By the mist with the deep place far from Earth.
Down through the wind,
when the tide reaches the sea.
The ocean waves turn to wind.
To our place that is our home.
Is now gone with the sea.
We now live with our heart to this place.
by Adelaide Babstock