The Ocean, The Sea
My home is the ocean, my home is the sea.
My home can be angry, it can roar and froth and the wind can howl.
But my home can be kind. It can be calm, it can be patient.
You dive below the depths, you see the inhabitants and the scenery, and you think they are glorious.
But only I know what they are really like. Yes, they are glorious, but they are also beautiful.
They are glorious and beautiful and tricksters and kind and warmhearted.
But there is one more thing I must tell you. I must tell you about the call of the sea.
The wind will whisper. The seabirds will call your name. You will try to resist, but eventually you will
answer the call. The call of the sea. The call of my home.