I see remnants of crabs of different textures;
      Smooth, 
      Rough,
      Parched, 
      Slimy,
      Sun dried.

I hear seagulls overhead swooping down snatching fish, bickering and fighting in cacophony

A plane floats so gracefully in the sky.

I smell the slimy seaweed.

I taste the water
Its saltiness fills my body.

But the ocean pulls me away from everything
The ocean, the all-embracing ocean of life.

I wish for my parents to be with me,
But they're in Shanghai working for money.

I wish for a special talent of my own,
But I know I must study hard for a long time to reach my goal.

I wish I was an eagle so I could soar the sky and dance in the clouds above,
But I know I can't change the way I am inside or out.

I wish for a secret garden of my own so I could grow special flowers for the ones I love,
But I know the soiled land of our apartment building is public and rocky.

I wish I could control the wind,
But I know I have no magical powers.

I wish that my grandparents will never leave me,
But I know that life is the way life is and it must go on that way.

I wish I could know my future,
But I'm not a fortune-teller and unexpected things will happen to me.

I wish for all these things and more to come true,
But I know my imagination is the best wish granter there is.