The Sea

A muse that demands presents and spares praise.

A world all unto itself.

To swim or sail, ride or frolic, a source to many who travel and like to live untethered by a master.

Tide and time, pass without question.

Look into her ever changing hue.

So placid when calm and too strong in a storm.

Waves run for hundreds of miles, some eighty feet high.

Eddies and tidal pools skirt the shoreline.

Water funnels dance along its surface.

Always a salt taste, but fresher in some depths.

How deep is the bottom?

How long a length?

A vector for many that want to move from land to land.

This fair image still holds an abundance of mystery.

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