The ocean is my spilled glass of water, I didn't take the time to clean up,
Water flowing from an everlasting cup,
Fractals of the sky, reflected to the ground,
An enormous stone of turquoise-covering the world 'round,
Fallen stars producing an iridescent glow,
Reflections of worlds, and people you know.
Swirling paints searching for a blank page,
A world of emotions, withholding its rage.
Powerful hands sweeping the world,
A treasure chest hiding the richest pearl.
Purple, blue mountains tumbling to the sea,
A gentle calm that envelopes me.
-by Janet
