The Sea Is Her Garden Poem by Scott Barrymore

Steady is the breeze.
Like the strength of her being.
Moves the water making the waves we are seeing.
Her essence reverberates with the seas constant beating.
To resist her charm, is ultimately defeating.

Everything living did come from the sea.
Returning it's essence there, eventually.
She reigns upon this moving jewel.
Our queen of light, within gracious rule.

She claims to be from the shore.
Though, I don't believe that any more.
She holds the emotions of the entire world.
The sea is her garden, her love is the pearl.