Down to the beach she goes
Bearing pail and scoop ..wide open eyes
Mother\'s hand..
Down to the sand..
They go
Where it\'s always the same
Never the same
Where it warmly..so softly ...
Slides between her little toes
Go slow
Tussled curls in summer\'s dress
Mist... lightly filters sun and sky
The east side of the west..be we
Smaller waves...
Yet still...the sea
Child\'s eyes spot all the small
Missed.. by jaded older
Wonder... where the wonder went ?
It\'s still inside us all
We\'ve deafened..
To It\'s call