stephanne27

Just below the sun,

Far above the waves,

Warned that’s not where to run,

He thinks that is what he braves,

It will melt and he will fall.

I will ride the inbetween, and soar;

Steady, I continue towards the shore;

Soon I will land and no longer be at sea;

Soon I will land and he will not be with me.

They will call him a fool.