From atop this prairie dune of hard caked sand;
Ancient layers jutting up from a green sea.
The ocean comes to me.
Gusts of wind that cut the skin;
Bringing chill that steals warmth from the sun.
The ocean comes to me.
Violent grasses strike together;
Pine needles shiver in the breeze.
The ocean comes to me.
Landlocked by fields of corn;
Wheat stalks sway like thrashing waves.
The ocean comes to me.
Smoke from fires wild and untamed;
Fills my lungs with memories.
The ocean comes to me.
Salt from dried plains flies in the air;
Flooding the taste of my lips.
The ocean comes to me.
A piece of me lost on summer days;
Has found its way home.
The ocean comes to me.
