The horizon seems far away
Across the blue waters the beautiful bay.
The line draws so taut and straight as a string
A ship sails along it. A beautiful thing.
The blue of the ocean, the grey of the sky
The drum beat of waves, a ship sailing by,
Each day its' so different, its never the same,
The ocean is one thing that man cannot tame.
* From Zora (http://www.greatdreams.com/zora2.htm)