Ocean, you’re black; ocean, you’re blue
You choose garments of many a hue
Ocean, you’re grey; ocean, you’re green
Moody? Playful? Wild? Or Mean?
Lovingly gentle, you can lap at the shores
Or rage and storm with deafening roars
You can let mighty cruisers sail without sinking
Or swallow them whole - in an eye’s blinking
Ocean, o ocean how soft is your touch
So silky so smooth so extravagantly plush
Yet sharp as a knife, huge caverns you carve
And bite off big boulders - you will not starve!
Deep are your dungeons, and dark are your ways
Mysterious and awesome are your hidden pathways
Currents are your highways for migrating denizens
Hurtling along in search of new tenements
Busy are your nooks and filled are your crannies
With mums, and dads and siblings and grannies
Of creature quite bright and of creatures quite pale
As large as a whale or as small as a snail
Treasures you hide, no one knows what lies
In the folds of your gut, in the rise of your tides
Abundance of life forms survive in your waters
You are their world, you’re all that matters.
O ocean, great ocean you are the key
To the evolution of life, to the making of me.
You source the clouds, you bring the rain
On mountains, deserts, woodlands and plains.
Sleepy and lazy, you are almost benign
But alert: God’s agent, with a keen watchful eye
Witnessing man’s mad and mean machinations
You can turn in a flash, demand reparation
A reminder that all arrogance must fall
A tsunami, you rise and devour it all.
Then roll on: it’s business as usual for you
While abased and humbled, man starts life anew.
