The sea is its own fish,
escaping from God's soup dish.
The water body ravages against the sky,
ripple mountains, fevered flight.
Seashells are its novelties,
it adheres to no pleasantries.
The sea is a beautiful dreamer,
a storm barreled in ferocious anger.
Storms that tear man made ships,
and waves that conquer the soul
in their softest whips.