The ocean- It has many hues

of blue and green and grey

It changes swiftly as its mood

it transforms every day

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Sometimes silent as a shadow

sometimes smooth as pristine glass,

some will stay in safer shallows

they can hear the gurgling laugh

The waves crash over jagged rocks

In their fury and their rage,

It rages on; I stand and watch,

I could stay there for an age.

The waters flow from shore to shore

It teems with life beneath,

Whether quiet or an awesome roar,

I love to see the sea.