(Composed July 10, 2010).
A mere conglomeration of elements?
Fading blue paint on an old globe?
Or the stage for adventure,
The wild creature, the force
Of which many a poet has writ?
The crashing and splashing
The shimmering waves
Sparkling glow of the sun
Rolling and roaring
The rumble of bass
Terrifying and tranquil
Jet engine, mother's lullaby
The sheer volume, abundance
Ever moving and changing
Oh the mysteries of the deep
The secrets of the expanse
Seemingly infinite, yet bound
Magnificent and strong
Masterpiece of the Potter's Hand!
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