Ocean

The water so wild And the air so fresh Like being a child With no regrets Crash of the wave The feel of the sand Runs off the fingers Leaves the hand The mighty power Of a foaming break Forget the hour Sit there and take All of it in To miss it’s a sin For not having this Is not knowing bliss As far as you see As blue as can be And I think of me And I miss we For this is a place Of ultimate grace For us to start And never depart