The Sea

I was always obsessed with the blue sea.

Its foamy white waves, so calm and serene,

The next split second, tides turn, I feel weak.

A tower of navy, a scary scene.

A 50 feet tall wall in front of me,

I know to run, dash, sprint, scamper away.

Before the wave breaks, I should turn and flee,

But I just want to close my eyes and stay. 

The joyful bubbles invite me to play,

Tango and flow with them until dawn comes. 

Hold my fingers, around my feet they lay.

They make me doubt the path I had come from. 

Sizzling sun rays breaks me out of my trance,

Down the warm sandy beach, homewards I prance.