Love Ocean Great And Stick Small Poem by richardo posto

A branch that had lived a long time up in the air above a river

was jarred awake when it fell into the icy water.

tossed up and banged against rocks, it was carried out to a sleepy ocean

yawning, it felt a little poke.

Hello little branch!

Startled, the branch said Hi. Where Am I?

You are in the Ocean. You look cold and scared. would you like a ride?

The little branch asked, Who are you?

I am the Ocean. Glad to meet you!

The little branch deferred, and let Mr Ocean ride her on his long waves.

Mr ocean had a warm feeling. The little branch trusted him so much. She was all

Jagged and covered with bark, but he didn't mention it.

He Gently tossed her up onto a white sandy beach

where she could rest and dry out in the sun.

He fell asleep, his tide went out, and dreamed of friendship.

Awakened with a start, he threw a great jeolous wave at the beach and found Little Branch back on his surface.

'I am sorry Little Branch, I became frightened for a minute, and did not know where you were! '

Little Branch said, ' Ha, Ha, it is now your turn to be frighted. I feel so fresh after a whole day in the sun after a salty bath.'

Little branch rode the waves all day, surfing tubes, and lounging on the gentle rolling back of Mr Ocean, who sun to her this song:

You fell into my river

jagged tree limb

discarded by gravity

Splintered frightened

I welcomed you with

Fresh joyful splashes

To my eager current you deferred

To salty sea I joined you

My Tides

carressed you onto beaches

blissful days

tanned silver under sandy sun

Tempestuous waves

jealously reclaimed you

Pounded, Scoured you

My treasure,

such a transformation

smoothly curved,

soft shimmering skin

You are my One '

Little Branch was happy and asked If she could be Mrs. Branch. Mr Ocean and Mrs Branch exchanged vows. The fishes and sea fans waved in delight. What a splash it made when Mr and Mrs kissed!

Time became timeless. Mrs Branch grew in her beauty. Then one day Mrs. Branch was gone. A driftwood hunter spotted her resting. And picked her up. Startled, screaming.

When Mr Ocean awoke from his slumber, a great wave did not find her back into his rolling waves. Even a great tsunami covered him with nothing but trash and death.

Mr Ocean moaned out a sad song

I reach for your supple form

Grabbed you back

A thousand times

Finding you

In Fervent wait to ride

when We were Each Other

Cursed driftwood hunter

walking a timeless shore

finds Beauty

I find you no more

I splash with no purpose

an Ocean

Empty