Envious sea green shores

Jealous of the Ocean.

Yes.

Jealous of how free it is.

No one can tell it what to do or where to go it listens to no one and demands to be heard, refuses to remain silent.

Yes.

Jealous of freedom I can never obtain.

Yet…

Somehow madly in love.

With every spray of water or droplet that lands upon my skin it's like a kiss from the ocean itself sharing a bit of its beauty, its boundless infinite love.

She will by far surpass my lifetime, I will wither and disappear and it will forever remain the same.

A.G.