the wind whistles,
the waves whip at the aging wooden vessel.
the smell of salt hangs in the air,
the white foam conceals the blue.

the mast towers,
the faded paint peels off the weathered wood.
the bleached canvas of the sail droops
and below stands the man.

the young man gazes at the endless sea.
the grey skies can't dishearten him
for what he sees are countless opportunities,
adventure, hope, and liberty,
and for him, life is infinite.