• While you may be in bed the ocean is never sleeping,
    Its waves active and energetic crashing and leaping,
    It hides its secrets like a mother hides her children from a storm,
    Keeping the flock of sea creatures ever so warm

    The ocean catches the dark in its wave wheels
    Holding tight with arms of blue steel,
    The ocean is tempting, appearing gentle with song
    But once you enter you know you’re wrong

    It tosses and turns you
    All you see is the tan sand and ocean blue
    What you though about the ocean really wasn’t true . . .

    You sputter you gasp
    Breaking the surface at last
    You swim and thrust
    Getting to shore is a must . . .