Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Storms roll and darken the sky Once crystal clear oceans Traverse from green to gray Waves want to crash Storm has other ideas Created overĀ land It has no power over the sea.
Lonesome shell Sad and empty No one home No more home to be Victim of waves And storms And pirate Sea creatures Too big for thee. Broken home Useless What purpose Beauty Perfection Soothing form Future sand No waste from the sea.
Storms roll and darken the sky Once crystal clear oceans Traverse from green to gray Waves want to crash The storm has other ideas Created overĀ land It has no power over the sea.