The Ocean Is a Blessing

June 2, 2009
By Alyssa Harwell BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
Alyssa Harwell BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
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The air was cool,
It was silent as stone.
No person stood watching,
Just sleeping houses.

The color was gray,
Dawn had barely come.
Clouds covered the sky,
It was too early to see light.

The ocean beat against the rocks,
The rhythm was constant.
Foam sprayed across the water and through the air,
Cold as ice herself.

The gulls perched silently upon a rock,
Waiting for a breeze to come.
White, gray, and black filled the sky,
But no one was there to feel fear.

A sudden chirp would come,
A lazy gull wanting food from another.
A soft breeze rustled through the air,
A sudden chill slithered down my spine.

There was no fear,
Just a realization of cold.
If had been eternity and finally, it could be seen,
The clouds parted and showed the sun.

I slowly gulped it all in,
My lungs filled with the tint of salt.
The sigh that parted the dark,
Filled with intense satisfaction.

Warmth filled the veins,
Snores could be heard across the sea.
Peace had soothed my soul,
As I walked back I could hear the plea of a lonely gull: and I smiled to myself.

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