At the Water's Edge

 At the water's edge we scream at the top of our lungs.

We dance in the tides, we learn to swim

We let go of our mother's hands and we laugh

We blow bubbles from our mouth and nose

We kick up mud beneath our toes

We hold our breath as time can stand, doing cartwheels in the ocean sand

Sing to me all the stars in the sky, as the sun sets into the rising tide

And, out of breath, we hold our arms to the sky as if to grab the moon

-Muskrat by roughbeast