An Oceanic View

Magnificent sea of blue,
Coupled with a few specks of sparkling,
Much is dull but many not really so.

The ocean is really so wonderful,
Yet in this beauty lies the harshness of the waves,
Torrential rain can come and easily wash the buildings away.

Marvel at the sight of the ocean,
A surface of blue and pacific,
A battle yet rages below in the depths,
Many die and some may fail,
Others just give up hope and a new day – hail.

What a ferocious war it is,
Never to stop for time eternity,
It rages on and on,
Much is dull and those dull warriors collapse and drown,
In the fearsome fury of the fatal fight they come and fall.

No chance for them to survive, anyway,
It is good to see a few who emerge,
And maybe they were just a little lucky,
Maybe they were armed with lethal weapons and Sun Tzu’s Art of War,
Or maybe they donned some better-looking armour,
Not black or brown but white.

It is the awe of all that occurs beneath the surface,
And people wonder how we see and know.
But I tell them that the elementary of it all,
The simple lies that people offer and deliver.

Yet it is good to see,
The sea and ocean teeming with life,
And so majestic, the feeling of it all,
That one feels the pandemonium is nothing,
But maybe peace and serenity.