The name is Guella from times of old. The springs do spout from chalken hills. Wells of old gives life to those that fish the seas. To walk on grains that give, calms the souls and troubles vanish. The air is clear, it whispers tales of adventures new.
The boats do sit upon the shore, keen for use and purpose more. Silence brings the peace of time, til engines stir the pulse of time.
The sky is big the person small. He walks along the empty bay, to stop and see the air and land, fills hearts with joy and calm.
I look upon a cloudy sky, the water flows into the hearts of man.
Th sky calls, it asks for thee. They sit and wait for lifes return. Look and see what nature offers.
The path is clear, the way well troden. The chatter and barks of life goes on. The cold air whispers, a collar turned.
A river flows, the water brings the life.
They sit and wait for childrens squeal, for they fade without the blood of life.
To walk along an empty beach, while worries drain and peace returns.
I stare out unto the sea, I am here for thee.
To stroll and chatter is lifes sweet reward.