The Sea
The waves rage in a storm but when it is calm, what a beautiful sight. The sun sets over her and her waves feel the warmth of the sun casting upon her. She can be both wild and furious or calm and beautiful. Her whisper of the crashing waves call your name.
Her white sandy beaches beckon you to relax upon them. The life that is seen around makes you feel like you are part of her.
The ships that travel her vast areas seek for sunken treasure. It saddens her that they fail to see her beauty. She wants to be seen for her treasure rather than a route to another destination.
She is filled with an abundance of beauty. Her beauty is not just on the surface no hers is beauty that goes deep. One must know the depths of her beauty to really enjoy it and appreciate it.
CDK
2026
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