The Ocean

Leave your worries by the shoreline,
and run your bare feet through the sand,
let the water be a soft bed,
when you cannot bear to stand.

A wave comes splashing 
over your toes,
you just stand still
and away it goes. 

Let the water hold your sadness, 
and wash it right out to the sea,
so like a message in a bottle, 
all your worries are set free.

Make friends with flying seagulls,
and hold the sun upon your palm
before you duck beneath the water, 
where the world is mute and calm. 

The sea might make you feel alone, 
but the world has troubles too,
for how else, do you suppose, 
that the ocean got so blue?