In an attempt to paint you I walked down the mountain in search of the sea.
The sea which left behind in its sand the colors that made you.
Striding strong, striding sure, I made it through rain and snow. A war was being fought on my way.
Home now far away, feet more restless eyes growing eager for a horizon was in sight.
I reached, and hoping to be brave I looked for you. I couldn’t find you cause there was no sea but only sand and in amongst those I found a grain that glittered like gold.
And I knew that’s how I had to paint you. For right there I fell in love with you.