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
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