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