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Such soothing murmurs of peace is the sea,
There is music in its waters,
Blue, green, and royal purple tipped with silver...
Yet in it's organized manner, there is havoc, there is chaos.
It riots determinedly against its restraints.
Wave after wave of water crashes against the cliffs,
Misty spray lashes out against unyielding stone,
For all the freedom on the Earth,
The sea cannot fight, cannot win against time, Earth, and the heat.
Such merciless power hidden beneath the waters
Where children have been known to play.
These same safe and harmless waters
Give birth to death in the millions
By drowning, lack of air, overwhelming surges of enormous swells of waves.
It is the mother of the storms,
That have ravaged the entire Earth,
The oceans are the creators of the forces,
Which wear down boulders, shatter rock, bring nonexistence to mountains of the highest order and strength.
The sea is known to freeze all unwary lifeforms in the cold and darkness of the globe.
It's strength and size of power is unbelievable in its magnitude.
It is the power of nature,
It is a manifestation of life and death,
It is regeneration, transformation, reality and fiction.
Power in its basic, primitive, crudest form,
Host to thousands of lives sealed deep within its waves...
While a Destroyer for all other forms of life outside its private society...

~MY _{June 11, 1998}

Decoration courtesy of Dana's Designs. ^^ And let's go back now...