the ocean.

the waves
just wash ashore.
sometimes crashing down,
sometimes slowly creeping out
then, right back in again.
as if they were shy.
but they always come back.
the waves never stop coming.
they're always there, always
will be.
they go on forever and ever.
just as vast as the ocean.
how big it is,
how strong and powerful,
how soft and gentle and soothing,
how colorful and unique,
how controlled-
but as free as can be.
the ocean,
a home to many,
a comfort to some,
a job, a vacation,
a place to be.
its always there,
a roadblack- sometimes trouble.
a roadway- opening doors.
traveling far, far away.
how big is the ocean?
with all the waves of the sea...