Yolanda Watson

A monkey is in a tree

by the ocean

by the sea

In a tree all on its own

Free to roam

And inhale the ocean breeze

Singing to itself and swinging from the tree occasionally

Time is of no importance until its body demands sleep, but even sleep doesn't really matter to the monkey because

It has its ocean

It has its sea.

It has everything it needs...

Until It realizes

Deep down inside.....

It is lonely....

So it swings and it swings

Then It takes a walk...

Down by its ocean

Down by its sea

The ocean drowns the monkey

No matter how strong we may believe ourselves to be

Alone we are weak

Sometimes ocean Sometimes peace,

 but sometimes community is stability