The infinite sky... motionless overhead the restless water...boisterous
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet...shouting and dancing.
Building houses with sand they play with empty shells with withered leaves,
they weave their boats and confidently float them on to the vast deep.
The children...they know not, how to swim they know not, how to cast nets...
"Fishermen dive for pearls merchants sail their ships while children gather pebbles
and scatter them again.....and again.
They seek not for hidden treasures.....for being vials of treasures.... themselves...
...they know not... the value of trinkets.
Espying them, the sea surges up with laughter plays with these dancing.......shouting....
...dewdrops....
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death-dealing waves sing.........meaningless ballads to the children...
...like a mother rocking her baby's cradle.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky ships get wrecked in the tackle-less waters,
death is aboard..... but.........the children?
They just meet and play......and dance...and shout...and run...and jump
on the sea-shores of endless worlds.