Sea Sky Blues © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The sky is Mother, sea is Child,
both forces to be reckoned with;
Sometimes calm yet sometimes wild,
True to natures ancient myth.

On stormy days, sky brims with blues,
Dark clouds start to congregate;
Sea steeped in raintears deep recluse,
roil tempestuously, with no abate.

In sunny weather, sky glows bright,
Pure cloud pearls sail placidly;
Sea splashes in the soft sonlight,
waves a welcome lovingly.

And so a happy child of grace,
relects his Mother's smiling face.