
Ocean AboveOcean Above by ~kiariemiko
Everything has its season so everything has its time. Rivers have their winding roads of water just as nightingales have their song. I am the ocean, cool and clean. Nothing but the calming rotation of the world in which I lay keeps my frothy waves from heavily crashing down on the stone cold rock that protrudes from the blue. The mysterious secrets I hold only strengthen the beauty in the infinite possibilities that are contained within. When the sun shines down, its luminous rays absorb and reflect onto my surroundings by the spotless mirror rolling and bending by heavenly, northern winds, and when the rain drops fall they create ripples tha