A perfect summer day. 
A lucid ocean dream. 
I am driftwood just rolling in the waves. 
The seagulls pass by. 
They don’t know that I was once a little boy. 
And I realized then, 
As I was floating there, 
How many pebbles are hiding in the sand. 
Living with the sea, in quiet harmony 
Until I take one home. 
I’ll show everyone my little souvenir 
To remind them of how good life can be. 
Just a tiny thing, in an ocean dream. 
Please don’t wake me up.