• The Ocean

I donʼt want to leave you, Ocean.
             But if I try to hold you
             You will slip through my hands.

We belong together, Ocean and me
     Yet, we each “are”.

There is nothing else like you, Ocean.
            You donʼt worry about dressing up
            You donʼt think about style
                 Youʼre beautiful in all weather
                 Your color is always perfect
                 Your sounds bring me peace
                 Your constancy removes my fear
                       Your buoyancy removes my pain
                             Your purposefulness gives me strength.

Thank you for always “being there”.
      Thank you that I can count on you.