What it is about the ocean

you can be all alone

yet it is impossible to feel lonely

because you're so surrounded

by majestic mountains,

so grounded and dignified;

every crevice and contour lending to

a stunningly surreal work of art

and the marvelous feel of gliding grains,

so exotic and still, oh so homey;

the clouds floating prettily

in whatever orchestration

the moment calls for;

and the perfectly piquant air that

smells like magic--with a pinch of salt!

the birds, soaring ever swiftly,

invoking wonder and yearning for

their buoyancy and freedom;

the sun smiling splendidly down upon us

and the simply gorgeous fields of green

filled with blissful blooming buds;

the rocks and cliffs, their often odd

arrangements of shapes and silhouettes,

completely complementary altogether

and the waves, my God, the waves

dancing playfully and provocatively to

its own rhythm with uninhibited delight;

the awesome breath-taking sovereignty

somehow surging through you,

assaulting all senses