Blue suddenly turns to gray.
Seagulls disappear.
Waves and wind grow dominant.
The second movement begins,
The Song of Storms.
The path is no longer smooth,
but rocky and uneven.
Lighting flashes, thunder booms.
Startled, I stumble over a rock.
The pearl falls out, rain falls.
The pearl rolls over dunes.
Rain picks up.
Frantically, I search for it.
Running here, digging there.
Lighting flashes, thunder booms.
I fall again, right in front of it.
The rain fades, then sun shines again.
I look around, not knowing where I am.
I say to the pearl:
“Look where you have led me, I’m lost.”
I look around once more,
and gaze the site before me.
Beautiful seashells, perfect sand dollars,
and a black pearl.
More treasures of the sea.
