A heartbeat pounding,
Crashing, turning,
Tossing, playing,
Never keeping still.
It extends itself to the shore,
And then returns to sender,
Again and again.
It is mind-controlled,
By a distant orb,
Always moving it, and never let it cease.
In this unstopping place,
Live still thrives.
It’s busy and erratic, but playful and strange.
Then there are the humans,
Who jump and swim, help and pollute.
They floats things on it as well.
They act as if they own it,
But it really is the Ocean’s.