Missing the Playground

Can you hear the breeze calling from the calm sea ?
Perhaps its thanking us that we are giving it some space to breathe
Maybe its a dilemma of the sea that we feel
That the sea misses us as much as we miss it

Im hearing its voice
The welcoming howl of the sea
Telling us its recovering
But that we should never doubt its love

When the time is right
I hope you welcome us with open arms
For we will surely treasure the gem you try to maintain
Your voice of the waves coming to rest at the shore

We will see the silent beauty of the starry night
The scent of salt on our hair
When we danced at the space you have so generously given us
For your space has become our playground

You will always be beautiful