I stare at the sea,
the vast blue and white,
I marvel at its beaty,
It's strong, willful might.
The birds flying above,
The fish swimming below,
Wings white as a dove,
Hardly flying low.
The wind blowing around,
Through your hair and the leaves,
Never been bound,
By forcing, pressing needs.
The sea, how it's calm,
Steady waves crashing,
A soothing rhythm,
Lulls you to start forgetting.
With birds and fish, going about,
With the winds and sounds, so soothing,
The crashing of waves, falling upon the shore,
This is what brings us to the open air of nature.
The Ocean.
