On a rocky shore she sits alone under the darken skies,
a flock of gulls glided away in search of food supplies.
She stares ahead in time to see the sun before the rise.
She was amazed to see its rays tickling the pinky skies.
The foamy waves moved to and fro caressing the rocky shores, the hidden tides away they drew brushing the sandy floors.
The morning breeze flowed away tousling her tidy hair, fondling her rosy cheeks with all the love and care.
Along the coast the bush did grow between the grass and tree,
to all the bears a place of nest for every honey bee.
Just up ahead she saw a path that led from land to sea,
she looked around and felt alive to be among the free.