The ocean, a vast and endless sea,
A force of nature wild and free.
With crashing waves and rolling tide,
It's beauty and power cannot be denied.
It's depths hold secrets yet to be found,
And creatures that swim and roam around.
The ocean is a world of its own,
With a rhythm and pulse that's ever-grown.
It's where the sun meets the horizon,
Where the sky and water seem to merge on.
The ocean's horizon is where I find my peace,
With the sound of the waves, my mind's release.
It's where I go to clear my mind,
And leave the chaos of the world behind.
The ocean's vastness helps me to see,
The beauty and wonder of humanity.
The ocean is a reminder of our place,
In this world and the vastness of space.
It's a symbol of the infinite,
And the power of the natural world's spin.
So let us cherish and protect,
This vast and beautiful ocean's respect.
For it is not just a body of water,
But a source of inspiration, and life's daughter.
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