OceanThe vast waters, the linking paths,all the world sees their wrath,the oceans of life, the gradiant hues,know that she is larger than you,thinking of her body, you think of fate,of knowing that to claim her, a feat too great,say not that all that makes her is good,for deep in all the ocean water blue,is a depth that holds and beacons mortality close,but hope is there also in the moving tides,of a thing that will last longer than you or I,that will hold the world to an unseen law, and that there is a beauty that defends its own.