Walking on the beach I hear

The ocean whisper in my ear,

The sand and sky a shining bowl

To hold my thoughts but I don't know

Which way to walk, which path to take,

Which star to follow. I fear mistakes.

And then I see upon the sand

An army marching from the land.

The baby turtles all have hatched

And setting forth they mean to catch

Whatever destiny they find,

Though they cannot see at this time

If Fate will favor their bold leap

Or lose them in the endless deep.

Still they crawl down to the sea

And as I watch them swimming free

My spirit rises, for they seem

Like messengers to all my dreams.