Curves and curls,Pearled and striped with brownSpiral record of ocean timeCounting years like tree rings.

Smile in Dad's eyes sparklesAnd the grinning of his son. Brighter even than the sunlightIn joy at his boy's fun. 

Noah watched and waitedAt the window of the arkWould the dove he'd sentReturn to him that day?Then a flutter in the morningCaught his ear, provedTo him God remembered. Healing had come. In his beak the dove carriedA green olive twigFlood over; life backEarth dry. White dove -Messenger of peaceCarrier of hopeTomorrow's restorationNew beginning.