The Pacific

1—–I love to hear the orchestra of the Pacific ocean..
The choir of the moving water,
the hymn of the crashing waves and
if we listen, maybe we can hear a siren song.
When we adore the ocean
she can delight our hearts and
we can love her tender melody.
She can be dangerous and a torrent water too.
She cannot be controlled and she can turn her to a hateful lover,
if we abuse.
She is liquid sunshine upon yearning skin to cool down and
if we respect her.
She will allow us to dance with her in the big storms,
allow us to know the Ecstasy and the embrace of the sea.
Dancing Coyote
I love the way you compared the Pacific Ocean to an orchestra, John! What an imaginative poem!🐚🌊❤️
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I suicide boarded the Pacific often in 1991 and 1992 in the Winter storms. Took a half hour to reach peak waves. Best feeling to dance with the sea. Only problem, she will toss you back. Thank you dear Veronica for reading and the comment.
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Thank you for the reblogged. I do appreciate.
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Thank you my friend.
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