Let me again breathe
The free air of the mountains
Cool, quiet, and clean

I long for far shores
With sands of white, green, and black
The sea like bright gems

If the wind is breath
Is it whispering to us?
Is the rain its tears?

I would savor this
This moment of truth and life
Live in it, ever

Let me sail away
Toward unknown horizons
That I might meet them

To create is pure
So long as you’re creating
Art for its own sake