Our world is a sea
From the oceans to the shore
Not of water
But of colors, textures, sounds, and war.
You look around to see the green waves of grass. And hold the
Smoothness of your pen as you sit at your desk; you hear the
Breeze as it ruffles through the new spring trees
But you feel the storms of war
As they rage from shore to shore
Causing more hurricanes
Than there ever were before.
