The body of ocean is made of ink
Books are the currents and notes are the waves
Folklore and fables run deep as they sink
An eternal well drawn, with no erase
Inspired writers swell strong with a rush
The pens kiss the page how land meets the sea
Words may be the droplets, novels a gush
Romance, epic, adventure, mystery?
Push and pull, unpredictable; a thrill
The water is cleansing, mighty and bold
Keep calm, trust the plan, float gently and still
Its creator knows the ending- behold!
The tide reveals the close of the story
T’was always written, in all its glory.
