There’s a certain crash of sound-- Aquamarine waves.
Like the Life that’s all around,
The Ocean’s song wakes.
The Sea stretches forever,
Like stars out in space.
Our own concept of never—
Hardly has a place
Heaven and Earth meet far off—
Their colors blending;
Sometimes harsh and sometimes soft—
Always Reflecting.
The good of Life can be seen,
Looking out to Sea—
It’s constant, sparkling blue sheen
Shows what we can Be.
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