Like premordial misplaced memories,
Indelibly etched in our chromosomes,
They are mavericks,
That echo subliminal excitement,
To remind us of our epic evelutionary migration,
From the maternal sea to the land.

Over eons through surging waves we came,
From the rythmical heartbeat of the ocean,
Born by the flowing cosmic gravity.

Though the dolphins and whales returned,
To the hydrospheric womb,
Surfers daly gracefuly,
Among exploding symetrical energy,
Of the powerful pitching waves.

Atmospheric life that converted,
From gill to lung,
Relate, respect, reflect,
This form and urge for fun,
Like children at the beach,
Playing freely in the sun.

Beatle.