Just a pebble on the shore kissed by the waves, shiny.  Sun, sea, sandy beach I adore.  Close to endless ocean, tiny.

Finally reached the North Sea: Calm, misty nothing much to see, thoughts of those left behind longing, affection, undefined…

Like that pebble on the shore basking in the sun, waves near softly touching or they may roar. I came to sea bravely, without fear…

Purified, quiet, serene, sincere, tears left; few shy smiles appear of this bluest sea. It is a souvenir before returning my life of austere.