Lull of the Ocean

The sound of the ocean waves caressing the beach before it had no match.
The roar that subsided into a whisper as it crashed.
I often sat alone, pondering its power.
As grand as a god, as beautiful as a flower.
See, the ocean was not kind; it was far from it.
But its hypnotic patterns caused my heart to summit.
And so I sat, staring far ahead, where I saw a blue whale breach its head.
My eyelids fell heavy on my skull as I listened to its silent lull.
And I will never forget the day
In which my worries slipped away.