Where I belong

The mighty waves roll onto the soft white sand, kissing it softy while my greif and sorrow wash away. Its wonderful salty aroma, almost like when Mama enters the kitchen, has a still, calming sound like the peace after the storm.Its sweet, a soft voice whispering to me, my old friend in the dead of night. The waved crashing like thunder on the shore, when sunset draws near, the foam popping sounds like whispers in the night.“Shhh, shhh, shhh”calming my heavy heart, mind, and soul. Quiet.The soft sand under my sun kissed feet glisen as the water washes my the sandy, sorrows away.The swift fish glide gracefuly under the shimmering, shiny water showing their shiny scales for all eyes to see, shimmering flawlessly in the beatiful sunset.I feel like Moana as the ocean yells my name beconing me to come nearer, drawing me into its vast depths Every night when Papa and I paid our tributes to the ocean, he would tell me that if I swam past where the waves crashed, the thunder rolled and the lightning clapped I would see my star that whatches over me.Its nearly impossibe to comprihend the beauty and danger of the ocean, how its cunning beauty snaches you away from the face of the earth, to be seen only by the fish that lurk below the fast watery surface and all that fall into its cunning trap. Known only to few, the dangers of the ocean. Never the less, this, is truly where I belong.