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