The Ocean
The ocean is just scattered,
with frothy white ice,
while the dolphins and seals,
may fight and sacrifice,
With the love and tranquility,
of the water and the sand,
I may walk the beach,
clinging tight to your hand,
As children build castles,
on the hot sandy beach,
I may try to touch the wind,
as it kisses my feet,
And when the day ends,
and the tides start to come,
we will find immortality,
on God's thumb.
Copyright © Nicole Moose | Year Posted 2006
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