The glossy clean waves
The waxy spaghetti seaweed
The salty smells of breezes
The water grasps the sand, giving it a fresh, cool drink
This is the ocean
When does it Sleep?
I live in the ocean, it is my wondering room
With jumping of a dock,
sloppy splashes smother me into the
brisk blue breath of
water
KAJA VIIRLAID MCNEIL
(12 years old)