Oceans deep and the oceans wide,
where lie your mysteries, from all to hide,
beneath the surface, from warm sunlight,
your cloak, is obscure, as the night.
Blues so dark and devoid of shapes,
to drape the sands, with coral's capes,
you run from boundaries, the ancient shore,
source of tales, filled with the lore.
Pirate ships came, to sail your lanes,
to cross your width, and watery plains.
men of adventure, have sailed your seas,
carried about, on a chilling breeze.
Their mighty ships, as toy boats to you,
amid stormy straights, and winds that blew.
you welcomed all, that found a home,
their place of rest, beneath salty foam.
Gold filled treasures, to await some there,
well tucked beneath, your icy stare,
diamonds and jewels, and each so rare,
within your bounds, you have no care.
Beneath wild waves, no limits, the deep,
where whales all dream, and mermaids sleep,
the starfish shine, as if in the sky,
while the fishes play, by your watchful eye.
Ocean of mystery, you beckon us there,
to explore your depths, your best to share.
we search for answers about our home,
a quest of our births, and how far to roam.
Our creations to find, in your open arms,
with no sun to burn, and stone, that harms.
a sanctuary, as our mother, is our's to secure,
to be as natural, and in you, to be so pure.
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