Out in the ocean,
on a rock,
I sat pondering,
ignoring the clock.

So simple,
yet so intoxicating,
This water body,
surprisingly inundating.

Deep and mighty as it appears,
Yet supports a thousands life forms for years.
It may roar and at times may soar,
All destruction it can cause no short of a war.

Yet it does not do it at will,
If it could it would come to a stand still.
Hundreds of secrets it harbours in its heart,
Hundreds of tears it treasures as pearls in its cart.

For centuries it has served many,
With no sign of remorse or that of envy.
Though it could not appease,
thirst of a weary sailor.
Every curious eye, it could please,
by its incessant glamour.

All pain it kept to itself,
Only to serve selflessly it thought itself.
Man nor beast couldn’t understand its mysteries deep,
Nor could hear it in the darkness weep.

No one to hear its cries or sit aside it in times so rough,
To be with it through every crest and trough,

Yet it learned to get along perfectly with all smiles,
Without any regrets it spans for miles.
Capturing hearts with its endless beauty,
This mighty ocean full of mystery.