The hot noon sun rises up, <br />And the dry leaves of the season drop, <br />Cigarette smoke and the smell of tobacco rise, <br />And the loud honk of the car cries. <br /> <br />Life is dull in the city streets, <br />But the freshness lies where the ocean and land meet, <br />Deep deep inside, A hundred miles down, <br />Where no god or man wear a precious crown. <br /> <br />The ocean has its own melody as most think its cruel, <br />But if thy know it well, Thy will then know it wear the most precious jewel, <br />Poseidon himself bows down to the goddess, <br />As he knows the beauty and the ever lasting brightness. <br /> <br />Oh my Mistress I bow down to thee, <br />Your brightness, Light or beauty all shall see, <br />Through the eyes of my words, They shall now believe, <br />The beauty of something they negatively perceived.<br /><br />Aditya Mudbhary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-ocean/
