There were times I stood for it all, against the wind; I would get a blast in the face full of sand, with a taste of sin; But move, I shall not, for I am eternally bound; my  feet are rooted firmly deep into the ground.



From a size of a dime to a fishing boat, with its’ beautiful floating ball of silk-like see-through skin and strings, so majestic as it floats in silence unbeknownst to some that they harbors heavy-duty stings, rainbow colored, some lie on the surface of the waters, some megasizes and hides way deep underwater