Four have broken away

From the hive

To go wading in the sea

Can’t you see?

The soft surf has not yet

Erased the lines they made in the sand

 

Curb your worry

The little one will not drown;

The foam’s too gentle to pull him away.

He is not alone.

 

Will they go back to the hive

After playing with the shallow ocean

Or will they move on

Finding freedom in the wide horizon?