“In an ocean so huge,

We lie so tiny.

 

 

The ocean churns,

Like a fruit in a smoothie,

With storms so violent,

Waves rise and crash,

Back into the ocean,

Yielding no mercy,

To the unlucky.

 

The ocean is merely,

A big pot of soup,

With landmasses as its croutons,

And life its garnish,

But one day,

The big pot of soup,

Will be devoured,

And will be yielded no mercy,

As it once,

Yielded none.