There’s a place called Marin
where redwoods grow tall
and misty sea crashes
to the rocky wall

Where wind strewn grasses sway
and children play
Where magic looms every step
of the way

Where white gulls cry
blue lizards run
and red dirt paths lead to the sun

Where hills overlook
blue waves

And a golden bridge sways
on strings
and plays
like a violin

And there’s you
a little girl
who’s sails yet will unfurl

A soul called Marin
who’s never known
or seen
the beauty she’s yet to bring

Who’s eyes
see the simple
who’s mind
knows truth

You’ll walk your path
down tales in youth,
in old

and magic
all told
will be yours

one day
and play

like a violin
swaying over blue waves