I Am the Artist


Seeing a ripple on the ocean,
walking along the ocean waves,
with bare feet:
it's so neat.

Painting a picture on the beach,
I am the artist--
seashells buried in the sand,
with nobody else holding my hand.

In the background so blue,
I touched the sunny skies.
The ocean is deep,
with a high tide.

Picking up some seashells,
finding some of the most pretty ones,
as I stroll along,
through the waves.

The rippling of water,
takes the artist away.

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