ocean

I see soft gold yellow sand,

I feel cold blue ocean water under and around my feet,

I smell salty ocean water,

I see a happy place in front of me,

but 

I feel 

sad for the ocean it's a dying place of big waves and storms.

As I turn around to see the ocean now front of me,

I look out to the ocean it's end is blurry and hard to see but

feel hope for the ocean. 

The ocean is getting

weaker

and weaker

and if we don't do something about it the ocean will die.

But the ocean tells me it's going to be ok.