The big waves are crashing on the deserted coast
The red crabs on the beach fighting this low current
Avoiding the seagulls like a hail in torrent
To survive the journey to being a good host
They march on step by step as an army of will
Getting stronger hourly the future looking bright
Roasting in the hot sun, baking their shells un-light
Depositing their eggs for an heir to the thrill
We march towards a goal to find that chemistry
A long journey of friends, of foes not too pleasant
Loving ourselves daily, deliver a present
A gift of connection, those spring leaves on a tree
To hide our good feelings, our babies on the beach
As a way to deal with that person out of reach.
