Oceanic Stories
That drop of water,
Which made it wide.
That brine blue loch
Which gave it salty pride.
That adjective of beauty,
Which included fun.
That human conscience,
That named it ocean.
That profound fear of death,
Which made it alone.
Those colourful lives,
Which gave a merriful tone.
That chipper colour of blue,
Which beamed a glow.
Those huge deep volcanoes,
Which never made things flow slow.
Those berms...
Which made it wide.
That brine blue loch
Which gave it salty pride.
That adjective of beauty,
Which included fun.
That human conscience,
That named it ocean.
That profound fear of death,
Which made it alone.
Those colourful lives,
Which gave a merriful tone.
That chipper colour of blue,
Which beamed a glow.
Those huge deep volcanoes,
Which never made things flow slow.
Those berms...