My Thoughts During Class

Oceans

Its a mystery, but yet a beauty.

No one knows how deep it goes,

but those brave enough venture in.

It holds a terrible past,

but as tides come and go,

the past is not who she is.

Maybe back on shore rumors are spread.

But rumors are stories without proof.

Don't judge the ocean as you see it.

Scared? How will you know without venturing in?

Terrible? How will you know without learning from itself?

Ugly, trash-filled shore; does that define what lies down deep?

Every ocean, has its story;

And every story, has its real truth;

And once learnt, you'll see its beauty.