Like an abyss containing every tear drop shed by humanity
her salty waters roll in gigantic waves, chasing each other
playfully on her surface, before spilling over upon golden
shores - like poetry in making; Man is of the sea, riding on
the ever changing current, sometimes sailing on high winds,
he becomes wild, fearless and free, reaching to kiss the sun...
Like magical magnetism, man is beckoned to the gentle lulling
of the sea and there's nothing more beautiful than the sight of
her shift from mood to moment as she flirts with the sky and
blushes in different shades of blue; Nor is there anything more
touching than the sight of her everchanging patterns of tide
crashing upon a thousand shores, then gradually subsiding...
Like a higher Goddess in command she spreads out most
majestically over the larger surface of the bluest marble
ever - connecting all things in a dynamic cycle of waters;
She skirts the continental crust and margins the vast and
faraway oceans - she's of intoxicating beauty and truly a
mystery of delight to man's sight as she continues to hold
his regard in awe and to kindle his wildest dreams...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
