Time seems nonexistent when you stand before the oceans beauty grand . Miles, farther than sight can behold, waves of foam waters , dark and cold.

She spreads her body ,deep and wide, a place for creatures to abide .Flowing endlessly on and on, her destiny not yet known. 

She never hurries, yet always on time. She knows how far the shore to rise, and when to call in the morning tide.

Sometimes angry billows roll, sometimes  her waters  gently flow. At times a briskly breeze she brings, a sign for seagulls to spread their wings.

The star lit sky  shines down below, twinkles on the waters glow.

Salt scented mist she sprays the air, making know her presents  there. No greater wisdom ever known, is the ocean filled with foam.