Was once an elf raised in the forest green,
never the blue ocean had he seen.
A winged bird friend came to visit elf’s home.
The stories bird told made the elf want to roam.
To visit unknown lands, far and wide,
on the wilds of his power his soul could ride.
Packed two things, nothing more,
left his home open, then trekked to the shore.
Elf was awed by the ocean’s sounds and size,
he yearned to be closer, use more than his eyes.
The cold became friend, the wind became guide,
as he paddled and smiled, on the outgoing tide.
Building Boats 