Lieful Ocean

I sit as the audience,
in the far back,
THE AQUA BLUE tacks,
is the theater's theme today

waves rise supper high,
as crashed spread white fome,
such clear blue sky,
thoughtful sorry, nobody, no one

It is all same one ocean.
they speak of enemys which are none.
thin skin below the ocean,
spin, trawl, grab and messes

sea see auspicious storm,
I raise with claimorty,
"what progress, What storm!!"
thankfully, ignored by THESE fastidious ocean.