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The Ocean


The waves of the ocean crashing against the sandy shore. Salt tasting air filled my lungs I watch the sun setting on those endless waves Dolphins playfully jumping out of the water As if to say goodbye to this day Sea gulls fly chasing the wind The waves claw their way up to the beach Trying to reach the land Only to be pulled back, sinking under the water Waiting for their turn to rise once again I sit watching, observing for hours on end. These waves so desperate to reach to shore Only to be lost again I hold my breath watching, waiting for that moment When they will finally reach their long sought goal But until then I will write about the adventures they have told. Their voices whispers on the wind Telling me the stories for me to write. The stories I will tell another night.
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