The Blue Guardian

Most mentors tend to be a guardian. Mine is crystal blue, And changes tides for the moon. An ocean is an awaiting mystery; One that changes at a split second. Waves change the perspective of the world. Beaches fill with sky and ocean blue, Until the night throws in the moon. The oceans tides a mystery, On how they're high and low in a second. Oceans fill up the world, Protecting humans as a guardian. Riptides come in with the moon, Pushing everything under like a mystery, Only gaining breath of air for a second, Will I ever again see the world? Yelling for help from a guardian, But all you see is blue. As this unfolding mystery Appears all within a second The world Oh, without a guardian Starting to turn blue Lastly seeing the moon. Then breathing again for a second, Everything becomes clear as you know the world. There's you're guardian, With all the waves of blue, Crashing recklessly in the moon, There is no more mystery. There's things that'll kill in the world, But some make you strong, as the guardian. It has always been my favorite color, blue, There's a new meaning now from the moon, Sometimes it's better to solve a mystery, Even if a feeling of minutes is only a second. The blue guardian and mentor, Has given me strength from a mystery in the moon, Where ocean riptides take over the world in a seconds time.