Tenerife. Canary Islands. Photo by Angela Lansbury.
The sea is wide, the sea is deep
To me at mid-day silver-blue
How many secrets does it keep?
Colours and moods may change for you
Crashing white waves mean racing surf
For shops and tourists that's good news
I'd rather sit on solid earth
Drink and watch the sea's changing blues
The palm trees flutter in the breeze
The butterflies fly dipping by
Birds with wide wings glide through the sky
My balcony is bird's eye high
The troubled word seems far away
The deep blue sea, the wide blue sky
I'll treasure my last happy day
Fixed in my mind's best mirror eye.
It's not a sea, it's an ocean
Power like a magic potion
It looks like the world's half unfurled
But big Pacific's half the world.
-ends-
I changed grey blue to the more positive silver blue.
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