Born Of The Sea Poem by Patti Williams

Born of water, salt and wind; seaweed in my hair.
Longing for the ocean's depths, seldom needing air.
Serenity in the moonlit waves, lapping at the shore.
Riding the waves' rise and fall, contents my very core.

Breathing in the salty air, I know a calm and peace.
The waves leave shells at my feet, like gifts from the sea.
The surge of the tide is so strong, it pulls me out to play.
No longer can I stay ashore, the night's turned into day.

Gone from the land, passing time in my watery bliss.
Plunging deep below the surface, surrounded by schools of fish.
'Tis here I'll spend my final hours when that time comes around.
For this is where my soul belongs, not within the ground.

My father is the mighty ocean, fearless, wild and free.
He pummels all who'd harness him, or children of the sea.
I'm safe within his arms, whether it be by day or night.
I was born to be in this watery deep, it is my place by right.