Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Song of the sea

The sky is vast, and the plains roll on for miles.
The scent of earth and grass are all around me.
There's beauty here, it's true, and yet
there is a part of me which longs to trade
this sea of green for one of blue.

1 comment:

  1. Our souls were made for Thee, O Lord, and they cannot find rest except in Thee alone. -St. Augustine