Warm, bittersweet hour of the dusk,
calm breeze under orange shades.
Would these shores be a place for luck
to smile before the swaying waves.
How about one day down south,
gazing upon wild everglades.
Earth’s bonding gift to keep her vow
serenely appearing from its wait.
Past ocean currents far from here,
filled wide coasts with spiked arrays,
but that old promise was sincere;
her loved keepsake’s been in these bays.
Far back then, earth’s greatest ranges in their youth
turned hot winds to fresh rainfalls.
Far back then, clever lineages in their youth
stood up to shout their prime calls.
Seas and lands so vibrant yet the feel so soothed,
in one last golden age for all.
Something under earth's hold is stuck
just for these sands to endow,
just for time to choose
the right day to grant their truth.
Big Hearted share of many millions of lost years.
Such a rugged touch to turn out marbly smooth.
For epochs left to linger sunk,
by ancient sea lords to sow.
Not for them to lose,
but to gladly grant their truth.
Big Hearted share of much of the most loved years.
Such an idle thing to turn out this lively smooth.
