The Lighthouse (Children)

There's a lighthouse on an island built on boulders in the sea. A home to no one anymore, and it's beautiful to me. The waves come crashing, sending spray. their salty drops rain down blessing me and other people and the buildings in the town. The lighthouse wakes at evening time and its beacon comes around protecting all the ships out there so they don't run aground. I sit and send my wishes way up high on seagull wings and then pretend that they'll come true on notes the lighthouse sings. That lighthouse must be magic. I hear it call to me from its bed of boulders on an island in the sea.