Some say
I’m beautiful
Crashing against the cold, wet sand
by the smelling of the fresh air
and the salty water
I withhold the keys to the ocean
they’re feeling
the shells
on the beach
that by hearing
the rumbling
of my waves
they’re listening
to the birds
chirp, chirp
that by observing
the sun
rising up
they’re gazing
at the color
in me
that I am and
will always be
the ocean
Untamed
living spirit
of this water
Bryker Woods Elementary
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