The sound of running waters stirs those memories
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of life that did not know the urge to reach
beyond its limits, try the rocky beach
in search of light and upright fantasies.
We are no longer living in the seas,
changed our fins for hands and plucked the peach.
And yet the surf still beckons and can teach
us to be humble and say wow & please.
The sound of waves and water calls to us,
like Quasimodo look-a-likes we walk
with packs of oxygen and use a pass
to visit our past, no need to talk,
till breathless we must stop our quick trespass,
out of the water, once again we stalk.