HENRY YOUNG'S SEA PAINTING

The waves rolled in crushed the rock
On a distant shore
You picked up your brush
The scene lives forever more

She wasn't there to walk
By yesterdays misty sea
You were there to be her eyes
You captured it for her

Then she in appreciation
Picked up today's pen
She added a new beginning
To where your vision had to end

Times loses its boundaries
The dates fall from the line
By the gifts they dare to leave
The generations intertwine.