In the distant seventh sea,
You may hear the sound of gales.
Which kiss the calm waves,
And the dance of blue whales.
In the freezing waters,
The floating icebergs reign.
Covered by a deep mist,
Which was never before seen.
In the distant seventh sea,
You may behold the majestic gulls.
And the royal ships,
With extravagant hulls.
Deep within the seventh sea,
You may see uncannies going by.
And the vast ocean roof,
Endless as the sky.
YOU ARE READING
To Nature
PoetryIf Nature were a Woman and spring her youth, She'd cry for a Flower and die of sloth.
