I observe in the sea it’s platitudes It’s calming roll It’s restful waves
of the sea I perceive shallow altitudes a horizontal view and it’s lack of depth too
for you can’t see below the surface and you can’t see beyond the blue you can’t see the forest for the trees because there are no trees to view
the sandy strand is featureless the rocky shore is hard the only things admirable above water and sand are those artefacts made of man’s hands
so give me the land on any day three dimensional in every way and I’ll show you something to truly explore such a visible nature there is always more
certainly the sea has its underworld it’s depths it’s animals it’s vegetation beneath but to spend time there is the wrong environment for we mammals with an air breathing requirement
so give me the countryside mountains and plains give me river valleys deep lush from rain give me woodlands or jungle vibrant with life and colour give me diverse deserts never the same as each other
Talk to me about the sea of sand drift and sea breeze murmurings of tidal sliding and wavelets gliding onto a peaceful shore
of curling surf and whale songs of towering waves and sailor’s graves of a blow driven chop hard to cross and the constant desire for more
of rock pool eddies of a wind unsteady of sudden squalls and risking all of unpredictable storms defying norms of salty landless freedom
of reflected moonlight and sunsets bright of dolphins playing and albatross staying of cutting the water and catching fish of life in Neptune’s kingdom
of thunderheads piled high or a cloudless sky of seabirds arriving splashing and diving of phosphorescent wake so easy to take of distant horizons all around
tell me tales about the briny sea how to travel a weather filled journey crossing oceans wide upon the tide and I’ll take you where I’m bound
Where the river meets the sea I’ll wait patiently until your ship comes in carrying you to my smiles we’ll walk the miles and miles to a place to begin again
upriver to where small streams become the water of river dreams where meadows grow green under skies of sun and thunder there we’ll settle on high ground ever fertile and sound
we’ll labour to work the earth and give a family birth a family that will grow to work together and sow under that mantle of blue and grey after years and many a day we will turn to each other and say
the life we chose has been a good one as good as the river is long to its banks we will continue to go hand in hand watching the river flow
