An Ocean's Melody

Flowing gently through the world, 
Gliding it's sensation by every wave.
Irregular patterns of past, present, & future
Can be seen as the water splashes across
The aging land of our mother. 
Even though the askewed patterns are 
Unattended to, the connection that it bares
Holds the very key to our beginning. 
The sounds of our ancestors can be heard 
In the distance as the ocean sings it's beauty 
Into our oh so gentle ears. 
Our minds become unaware of the irrelevant 
Surroundings as we are fixed in by a 
Picture perfect painting of the only paradise.
A transcendental disillusion is allowed to 
Take place in the body of no land. 
Deepening our conscience with the birthplace 
Of our past, a time machine for all of humanity.