Mountain river, made of snow. Melting, rushing, finding flow. Feeding green throughout the land. Pushing back the dried out sand. Bringing life to all you pass. Until you reach the shore at last. Become just one eternal blue. As you reach the truth of you. What is the truth of you?
Silky soft sands, so pale, so serene. Slow ballad of the crystal waves. Whisps of white against deep blue sky. Tranquil in all ways.