The Ocean
The Ocean
What is there to say about the ocean
except that it’s deep and blue
And if you listen closely
you can hear it speak to you.
It will tell you of the creatures
that call it’s depths their home
and of the ships and sailors
and the horizons that they roam.
It will tell you about the battles
that have turned it’s waters red,
and how mankind has used it
as a graveyard for their dead.
It will speak of weary travelers
that journeyed from a far,
guided by ancient compasses
and the placement of the stars.
It will tell you of the shipwrecks
that lay beneath it’s depths,
And of their buried treasures
and the secrets that they’ve kept.
It will tell you tales of vacations
taken by it’s shores,
of the families that have gathered there
and those that came before
It will warn you of it’s power
and the fury born within,
of the destruction it unleashes
and the peace that it can bring.
It will tell you all it’s secrets
and the answers that you seek
If you just sit very quietly
and let the ocean speak.
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