Mother Ocean lives out her stories

Filled with enough of her own glories

Washed ashore on ripples of her power

Mankind’s presence felt like seconds to her hour

It’s said that most of this world is water

Making humanity the ocean’s sons and daughters

And now man fears once again being washed away

Because of things done and undone in our days

I don’t believe for even a micro-second

That evil comes from the ocean that has beckoned

Beckoned and called me as if calling home

As I look around me, I see that I am not alone

On the waves that course through us like ripples beyond time

We ride these becoming one in the moments so sublime