--- SHORE TO SHORE From shore to shore I breathe, I cast a stone into the sea. Sit down where the sand meets time, Watch the ripples break free. They run into the night, Silver trails in fading light. I watch them disappear again In the wet moon’s quiet shine. A ripple grows into a wave, A wave becomes a rising swell. A swell can shake a sailor’s faith And drag his courage through the hell. On and on the wave goes on, Riding with the restless wind. Crossing plains of endless blue Where the world feels paper‑thin. Stronger, bigger, faster now, Nature moving in her stride. Seeking out a distant shore In a splash of wild goodbye. --- Proud to reach the ocean’s edge, It stands up tall before the crash. Tumbles down in roaring breath, Foam exploding in a flash. And in its final, foamy sigh As it meets the waiting land, It curls around a pair of feet — A man sitting in the sand. --- On and on the wave goes on, Riding with the restless wind. Crossing plains of endless blue Where the world feels paper‑thin. Stronger, bigger, faster now, Nature moving in her stride. Seeking out a distant shore In a splash of wild goodbye. --- What begins in quiet hands Ends in oceans far away. Every ripple finds its path, Every wave returns On and on the wave goes on, Carrying the night within. Touching every distant shore Then coming home again. From shore to shore we rise, From shore to shore we fall. Every wave that breaks the world Still answers the call
