This mystery
One day the ocean asked the air to caress its placid skin.
The air loved the ocean, for in it was its own reflection.
At once there was motion, a stirring in the air and in the sea.
Whispers and nudging’s of soft breezes at ease,
currents of movement, the sea’s ripples released.
Still waters silence, broken by the crash of a wave,
no longer in bondage, may all mariners be saved.
The breeze could not control its love for the sea, they say,
so they tossed and they turned in a passionate display.
A storm was raging as these elements made love,
losing their minds as they pushed and they shoved.
Man has before witnessed the fury of these entities,
never thinking that love is the catalyst,
that created this mystery.
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