Calm or dead it\'s all the view in our heads
As I brushed my hair with my toes poem\'s flow
When the fox down the path heard the seagull laugh
The salt from air kept my face locked in despair
Yet the crab with it\'s claws knew how to even the score
Gone with the tide shells features begin to shine
In the spirit of imagination and all elephants in the sky
Remembering the hidden power of rhythm & rhyme