The O'cean

Small or big, that I cannot tell by just a look Too far from where I stand, I swear the eyes of the ocean see me as an insect The sand pressing through my toes, God the feeling is dying The speed and the weigh of this blue water, I swear it feels like drowning... So sour, yet so interesting As it rushes back, and comes back with a most ravishing fresh air All I want to do is take it home with me It lives, it breathes and I can hear it speak So softly yet so loud and as it pushes the waves it lets all the nature to take a moment admire and breath Like there's no tomorrow, wherever it comes from I hope it doesn't get dry Because the beauty of the ocean is what makes the beauty of the Queens and Kings Flooding with frequency, as the sun shines up on it, to reflect the colour of the blues sky to it The water of salt that never ends That never get dried The ocean is my fat yard