Mother Ocean, the beholder of emotions,
of confusions,
of delusions
the protector of the children,
the adults and
all the lovers.
Only one has seen the true sea, they say.
Only one has felt Her warmth,
Her colds,
Her tumults,
Her distress.
Yes, there\'s tumults and distress.
Even the most beautiful of roses,
they a have thorns
and pains
and tortures.
Mother Ocean, they all say, She gave a gift.
A gift as beautiful as Her,
a gift as sorrowful as Her.
Just like Her, the gift has changes,
like the waves
their Mother shows us.
Just like Her, the gifts imperfect,
many tumults, flaws
and breakdowns.
Unlike Her, the gift is human,
maybe She is human too? For she has
tumults, flaws
and breakdowns, too.
Sounds like she is human too.