So constant is the ocean,
rising and falling back in rhythum. Momentum builds to a thrashing, crashing of waves crescendo.
Incandescent pirroettes of sunlight stream underneath, with courage biting strong in the little beams hearts, pushing through. A sunset, picturesque and serene, spills brilliant shades across the vibrant aquamarine.
So content is the ocean with her ever constant cycle of being.
The ocean is not unlike ourselves, rising and falling on occasion.
Humanity can learn from the ocean, her constant rhythm of rising high and crashing low. The tides will rise and recede and remain continuing the same.
We are constant, too.




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