'Like most I came from the ocean-
a huge cauldron of blue potion.
I sat near the bay, on the golden sand,
observing the horizon for other land.
The trees behind swayed in the breeze,
the birds soared high near the stars that gleamed.
I wondered peacefully upon the ground,
searching for other answers that could be found.
As the sun set I left my spot,
running 'til I found a rock;
to which I dove back into the ocean-
that huge cauldron of blue potion.'
(Zander, the main character from my other work, 'Like most I came from an Ocean...' wrote this in remembrance of his mother at her funeral, in Chapter 2, 'Empty Birthday'.)
