Somewhere beside a rocky shore,
A sea so deeply blue,
Sparkling like sapphires and diamonds in the light.

Somewhere in another world,
A little piece of my soul
Paints an olive tree.

Somewhere beyond the inland confines,
The wind is free,
The rocky cliffs wild and imposing,
As heavy oil paints the canvas,
Dappled green and yellow.

Somewhere in Greece,
My heart is free,
Where worlds build underneath my steady strokes,
And the brush an extension of my being.