Above the surf, we heard the gentle wind,
And felt its soft caress upon our necks;
Our many hopes, on which much had been pinned,
Seemed simple now, and not, as we had thought, complex –
For how, my friends, could love be wrong at heart,
When truth and honor spoke on our behalf?
When hope, itself, stepped up to do its part
And sing our song to clouds as waves joined in to laugh?