Her eyes wander over the meadow made of the sea,
Vibrant waves and depths of blue
Where all is stained in shades of color.
Stretching her arms upon the melting sun,
She allowed the hues
To paint themselves upon her soul.
The wildflowers called to her,
The name sweet upon the breeze
And her restless heart yearned to join their abode.
So she allowed herself a blissful loss
In this sea of a home, where the anchor was her soul
She had never belonged to a black and white world.