VISIONS'


 Waves crashing against the rocks, moving upon 
 The sand,



 Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the sky
 Is a scene.



 Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
 The way,



 Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




 Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




 The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


         Keith Garrett