Have you ever looked at the ocean's waves,
watching the foam trickle into mist?
A divine connection;
The foam as wild and perfect as can be is like a bed of flowers.
Bubbles become petals of white and the water below it, it's soil.
Then, I look at a meadow or bed of flowers and notice
that it is a sea of color
and life.
Author notes
At the beach I became very pensive. It was so beautiful.
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