The Ocean

The Ocean shines as bright as my soul. In the moonlight, it's beauty seems nonexistant. Inside of this moonlight is where the creatures lie and thrive. In the sunshie, the beauty shows itself.

As the sunshine rains down on the ocean, my purpose is made known. Letting through the power that we hold inside. 'Tis all the people that made us shoot for the stars. Letting us know that we can do all sorts of wonders.

But it's just a mood that starts and stops. When the sunshine is at a hault, the gloomy dread of moonlight seeps in. 'Tis this moment we seek the worst in the light and beauty.

As the moonlight sets in, the beauty fades away. The creatures of before ome out to play. This is when we choose to sleep the night away. But where sleep is gone, and thoughts are all that's left, be thinking throught the dark, about the sun. For The Ocean - our soul - has not changed. The Ocean is full of creatures to find. And the power of the sun shall live to see yet another day.