The Ocean Is A Person

'The ocean is like a person,' my mother says to me.

'The waves sway softly,

like a baby in a cot.'

'Then, he grows ^up,

grows _up, up, ^up into a teenager,

letting his emotions out, then _swallowing them,

like a boat being ^suck_ed into a whirlpool.

He approaches adulthood,

i n d e p e n d e n t l y venturing through

the wonders of water,

like a young man ⁿa^vi_gatⁱn_g through his life.

The ocean houses a fish,

only for the fish to be killed and eaten,

like a man working hard for his job,

only to be recklessly fired.

The ocean rests on the _shallows of a beach,

like a person retiring,

ready to restart the cycle.'

'The ocean is like a person,' my mother says to me.