My Ocean

The ocean always has a breeze

That makes me freeze

And sometimes with the wheeze

It makes me sneeze

With waves as white as the clouds

And the water as blue as the sky

It makes me want to fly

Sometimes when I’m not around

I use a shell for the sound

With the sand in my toes

Burning, brushing, blistering my feet

Running to get rid of the heat

The rock is a shield,

Black, strong, and solid

Protecting the creatures from other creatures in the water

Giving them a safe haven

“When confused I used the therapy of the ocean to calm my motion”.

When in doubt I give the ocean a shout.