She is alive

The ocean is alive.

She dances in the breeze,

Embracing the warmth of the sun as a mother embraces her child,

Breathing in the cool salty air,

Dancing,

Twirling,

Dancing.

The wind ripples through her veins,

Down to her heart.

The sounds of the ocean echo a long way,

From the cries of the Humpback whale,

To the clicking of the bottle-nosed dolphin,

And the chomp-chomp-chomp of teeth on prey,

The waves

Dancing,

Twirling,

Dancing.

It's what makes her alive.