Mother Ocean
As I ride on her rolling back,
Her pitch it sings to me...
She rocks me like my mothers arms,
And whispers tenderly....
Come see what yet has not been seen,
Come see the world anew...
Come find yourself, that inner peace,
That dwell the depth of you....
And I will smooth your weathered brow,
And put your all at ease...
For we shall sail until the end,
Of every endless sea....
Copyright © Deathra Mcgee | Year Posted 2011
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