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as the sea waves come crashing onto the shore singing their usual lullaby to their dear niblings of fine grain a small child watches and listens noiselessly in awe of the calm and joy delivered through simple motions of the water he has seen sitting still at his very home.

the young child finds himself hidden within the clear ripples of the everlasting waves. as they wash onto his feet, bringing all his love and joy and more rushing back to him.

as the seas sing their lullabies to the children of the earth (their dear sister) they do not realise their role in awakening a poet in the magnanimous heart of a loving child.

the turning tides have bought the heart of perhaps the most coveted and most sought-after soul that walks upon this earth without ever intending to do so.

what do they choose to do with this power? they choose not to abuse it not to impose it but rather simply to sing its sweet lullabies to another newly obtained sweet child of the earth the seas choose to adopt the heart and soul of the young one as a second child and in doing so make the earth a hundredfold more beautiful a thousandfold more elegant and infinitely more cherished.