My Mind; A Collection

~Ocean's Daughter~

I've always loved the ocean.

Raging, sweeping, a deep color blue,

The angered waves slamming down on the rocks.

Yet the tide comes in gentle, gentle against the docks.

Something about the waves have always called to me,

Even when I was young they called me a water baby.

The lighthouse standing in the light of the moon,

The wind blowing sand to the melody of it's own tune.

It's something in the way the moon reflects on the water,

I've always considered myself to be the ocean's daughter.

Even though I was born in December

I'm a water baby idc

We stand w Palestine