Ocean - Poem by Ash Trees
Deep blue or dark black,
The time changes so quickly,
From day to night,
Summer to winter,
The ocean always the same.
Though its apperence disguised
by its chameleon qualities,
The moon and suns' reflections,
A blur on its ripples.
It is so beautiful,
the safest place to be on its own.
However, mother nature angers him,
With her creatures and winds,
And can make it appear to be a beast.
We know the truth,
The ocean is a living state of Nirvana.
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