"

"I remember salt smoke from a beach fire
And shadows under the pines--
Solid, clean...fixed--
Seagulls perched at the tip of land,
White upon green...
And a wind comes through the pines
To sway the shadows;
The seagulls spread their wings,
Lift 
And fill the sky with screeches.
And I hear the wind
Blowing across our beach,
And the surf,
And I see that our fire
Has scorched the seaweed."

"

-- Gurney Halleck's tone poems as recited by Jessica

Dune 1:3:68