The ocean

Pre-dusk purple kissed the golden sands,
the misty sprays of the gushing waves moistening the mighty land,
the land and the sea, they are but one-
the island's life being the mighty ocean
breathing in and breathing out,
every moment is a rhythmic motion-
low tide- the island now lies tranquily in a state of sedation,
You are my ocean

By

my babyluv (a write back to ' The rose')