A meeting place, this unbroken line

Where sky and sea embrace

With whispered voices intertwined,

Echoing through time and space

A tree climbs forth to taste sunshine

And toils unseen beneath the ground

Then rain descends, like a lifeline

Here too are horizons found

Should sight roam far from this shoreline

Its limits we'd see clear

And in reflections might we find

The horizon that sits right here?

Yet to screens and cities the limbs resign

And focus spreads so thin it scatters

In this mad rush who has the time

To learn how feeling small matters?