The Wave

by Steffen Reichelt

in the middle of the Sea, a little blow
he starts to rise and to grow

he learns to swim and to talk
surfing with other waves up north

they see birds fly with their wings
dolphins jumping to catch something

He crosses another wave in the blue
without even the slightest clue
who she is, what she wants
they start to laugh and to dance

no rock, no sandbank, no break drum
can stop, what they've become:
the source of new wind blows
for a new wave that grows

as their gettin old togehter
she will not last forever
from the two only one remains
her memory forever stays

there is the coast, the last goal
final growing of his soul

This is the end of his track
no regrets, he's not sad
'cause his water is floating back

The End