The ocean

The ocean likes the clouds.

It tries to fly just like them,

Reaching out heavy hands

That crash in frothy shrouds.

The ocean loves the moon.

It hurries to her

Like a child clinging to his mother’s legs.

But she leaves ever so soon.

The ocean hates the land.

It tries so hard to smash it into pieces,

Break it apart to chase the moon -

But there’s too much sand.

The ocean is ours, pure and blue.

It's always there for the return

Of the wanderer seeking his sea of fog

Let's not

Watch this beauty burn