Touching the ocean
What a thing for your mind
As you are floating
What are the things you’ll find
You drift like wood
Weathered and smooth
The energy will flood
Into every single groove
Your feet grasp
As the soft sand scratches
Your worries laugh
As the ocean air patches
Waving to the wind
Your long hair whips
With Earth as your friend
You become the ellipse
Your echo is droned
As waves climb the coast
Your awareness toned
And silence is a ghost
Unto the ocean
Let time wash away
There is no potion
That can make you feel this way
Nature’s energy
Is all you need
And what’s left of me
Is what I will feed

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