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The Ocean

An ocean to the left of me; As I walk down this dirt road A place I've never seen before; Some how , yet I know Trees, they line the enbankment, giving this path a shade The serenity that I feel in this place, is one I would not trade Ahead and to theright, a waterfall does glisten I stop my journy for a moment, just to stand and listen The water falls so freely; Streaks of sun shines through the trees The feeling of mist upon my face, making me feel so free Flowers of all colors surround me; As I sit on this bench made of stone The only sound, the water falling and I know I am totally alone Feeling the breeze upon my face, remembering why I love this place so Many places left to explore now, I stand, It's time to go Back on the path,in which way I came; Going to my next destination Taking my time, to take all this in; For here, there's no worry or frustration Looking back down at my ocean; So far down and so alive Knowing I will return here, I take a deep breath and dive

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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