The Pacific Ocean

Upon the rocks of this wild shore, I hear the ocean’s ancient roar, The waves compose a timeless song, With rhythm, wild, where I belong.

Each crashing tide, a lover’s kiss, Brings treasures of the sea’s abyss, As seabirds soar on currents high, I join their flight and feel the sky.

In salty air, my worries cease, The Atlantic whispers tales of peace, Forever drawn to nature’s call, In ocean’s arms, I find my all.

• John Muir