The Big Old Mighty Ocean

I am the big mighty old ocean. Everyone is looking for pearls, I hide in my depths. But I have a lot to offer, Besides those pearls. Infinite water I've is my experience. And salts my bitter memories. But I've come to terms with them. I play music when I am bored. The sound of the waves crashing at the shore is my melody. I am good at dancing too. You can witness my dancing prowess on full moons. Nobody understands me as well as they think Quite a many have tried to sail through me, But only a few did succeed. These rivers are like my sisters. When they meet me, All their problems are mine. Thunderstorms are when I make love to my darling sky. These teeny-tiny stars are my kids, Who are never too far. Seeing them grow old is my favourite pastime. Only they have a clue to find me, And help get through me. When you come to visit me, I will wash your feet. Come close, For I am the mighty old ocean.