the ocean never really intimidated me,
vast,
unknown,
yet enticing,
always there will come the roaring tide,
swirling crashing waves,
intense,
soothing,
exciting,
constant,
comforting,
your voice is the wave embracing shore,
an endless waterfall,
sonorous,
your voice is white noise,
assuring.
consistent,
lulling,
the birdsong always present alongside crisp morning dew,
such an undeserved discovery after mourning a dried out stream,
lovely
