We call it the Sea
But still can not see
Whats still to be
Of our great big sea
Yet we assume
There is more room
For endless creativity
Something we can not see
Whats left to be
But still we call it
The sea
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Lovely philosophical piece of poetry, well articulated in good rhyme scheme and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Peter. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.