Somehow I knew,
that somewhere deep,
sand deep in ocean blue,
that the enemy of me
was the enemy in you.

Try and turn the tide,
and wash the murky
from your waters, but
the Ocean is what it wills,
a natural ebb and flow

of color. White only appears
as the wave kisses the shore,
a lovely glitter in a lovelier
canvas that cannot be undone.
Nature cannot be fought.