I'm going to live
in a house by the sea,
to gaze at the water,
and find peace
within me.
I'm going to wander,
the shores of forever,
to collect little sea shells
that hold secrets of thunder.
I'm roaming the shore,
to hear the sea roar,
with its kindness,
and power,
it cries forever more.
It's a place to find peace,
beneath its blue deep,
but it will swallow you whole,
if you perceive it as weak.
It's a place of wonder,
with its swimming baby flounders,
with its sand dollars,
and salmon,
its salty blue water.
If you gaze at it long enough,
you'll stare at it forever,
and finally find peace,
within all its wonder.
This sea has been rolling,
it's older than thunder.
It has wisdom for those,
who respect all its power,
but it takes lying on its shores,
when you are seeking shelter,
and resting your head
when you're in need of slumber.
This place is a refuge
in the heat of summer.
You can gaze at the water,
and swim with the flounders,
or lay there,
and dream,
lost in its wonder,
in these rolling tides
of salty blue water.
I'm going to the sea.