I see my Sea
On a grave I sit and stare at the majesty of the sea.
To capture in verse, I tried in earnest but failed miserably.
Deep dark blue with shades of green reflecting the grandiose sky.
As birds take to the air and ride the wind, the soul also soars and flies.
It ebbs, it flows, it surges forth, unafraid of what is to come,
carrying away the sands and stones that sit idly like bums.
The crash of waves, the surface ripples, it changes with the wind
And accepts the sweet caress of it with open arms and heart
It gives life to creatures big and small, in it and without
But also takes it all away, tossing them about
Should I say more, should I divulge with candor all I see?
And try much harder to have you experience the glory of the sea.