I have feet but no legs, and a back but no spine. I am a wooden path that leads nowhere, floating where the salt meets the pine. I welcome the wanderer back from the foam, Providing a tether, a gateway to home.

I hit the sky, yet never leave the ground, The apex of heights, in full glory crowned. Ambition-fueled climb, few dare the time, To reach the point that crowns the climb.

I am old and grey, I am passing over this place. Yet I will stand my ground, I am willing to die in this place. But they tell me that I am making a big deal out of small things.

Sometimes when you look at me, you see yourself, sometimes you see into me, I am often fresh but sometimes salty, Beneath my surface is another world of animals and plants, I am bounded all around by land

You can see me in the distance, but no matter how fast you go or how far you travel, you'll never reach me.