The Ocean Poem by Christopher Montalvo

The glistening ocean,
Sparkling from the sun's reflection,
The sound of the shore,
Echoes from the depths of heaven,
Fluidity of the silky smooth waves,
As if it means to speak,
As if it has a mind and soul of its own.

An ancient language,
From which it has had centuries,
To master the form from which is unknown,
To humans and animals that live on its surface,
and stare as the smooth motion of its lips,
Whispers to our sensitive ears,
'Life comes and goes,
Moving swiftly like my waves,
Tirelessly trying to warn you,
With our countless signals,
That everyone has their time,
Time to flourish,
To swim in their success,
and time to self-destruct,
Drown in their sorrow.'