"Surfing Like B":
Progress grows like weeds,
through the whistling of the leaves
and the destruction of vines.
Organized chaos to calm the restful mind.
Stepping into homes like the soft whitewash
pulling back into its big wide home.
Shadows on the ocean floor,
like calming sharks gathering in their pool.
We are on our way to giant land.
Completion will come softly,
when ideas sprout from waves.
We look down at our feet and see ourselves
walking softly on water.