The Ocean

She curves her arms around my feet as I gaze into the distance.

I wonder where her waves drift off to, far far away from here.

She sounds like a growling, hungry beast, deep in the depths of a cave.

She smells like a salty concoction created in a science lab

And tastes like a bitter lemon, grown on a forest-green branch.

I watch her turn and tumble with pride, dancing along the everlasting horizon.

I want to gently twirl in her seaweed and sway in her coral as I become enveloped in her serene water.

I ask, "What wonders do you hold, o mighty sea?" But she just shrugs and washes up a shell on my feet.

She curves her arms around my feet as I gaze into the distance.