The Great Pacific
Up to the soaring eagle and back
down to the minuscule sea below,
site of wiry lines inching forth
before its eyes,
smiling at the sun and
basking in the quiet,
Neptunian galleries in the light,
nature’s unassuming beauty on display,
a sight lodged in the eyes of the beholder,
a grand phenomenon in view
from far above the sea,
from the briny scent of nature’s mantel,
as peace and disquietude roll in
from glassy columns and tempest risings
from the tails of the
colossal sea beasts fanning in the deep,
building casual hills that
swell into mountains
and mountains shrinking
back into casual hills
that disappear upon the sandy shore,
another life under the life before the eyes,
an ancient mystery from the bowels of the sea
as nature rolls with the enigmatic tides,
the home of the Great Pacific,
its vastness of gigantic proportions,
its countless streams of water teeming,
its many moods showing their faces
of beauty and peril,
her terror, her reverence,
her strength, her weakness,
her quietude, her turbulence,
her assault upon the ships,
her white lines of steel
beating up upon the sandy shores,
but isn’t beauty a many sided
display of charm and perplexity?
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