The ocean’s current is in rhythm with the sky, <br />The blue drape is blanketed over by white waves of smoke, <br />In the grass of the field the wind blows, <br />creating a rippling pool entangling any entree, <br />My body is in the way of the pattern, <br />it messes with the flawless flow of the weeds, <br />It makes a bump in the cycling movement, <br />mesmerizing any onlooker, <br />I am open to the world, <br />Then I am closed out, <br />The grass closes over me than expands, <br />like a awakening flower, <br />The time passes slowly with the wind, <br />shaking the green lush of the ocean’s sea weed, <br />the beat of the water rumbles the coral again, <br />and the fish that make up the tender blue, <br />turn and whirl in a majestic color of beauty, <br />A magnificent whale breaks the surface, <br />and as if a switch is flicked, <br />a waterfall turns on, <br />the spout burst tiny specks of crystals into the deep, <br />The waves whip against the rocks in anger, <br />a storm is coming, <br />The waves get bigger and reach towards the gray sky, <br />I feel the rain drops that pour off my face, <br />It’s time to go home, <br />but I somehow have seen a new beauty, <br />the beauty of destruction.<br /><br />Paige Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-121/
