And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so…….the gathered waters he called seas. Gen 1:9-10 (selected)
The sea is ever changing, like an actress in a play. At dawn her gauzy pastels float in tranquil, calm array,
Then, energised, she dances, whipping waves to foaming froth,
She spreads the beach with shimmer and spume-embroidered cloth.
She tumbles with the sea shells and flirts with fiery fish. She’s pushy or withdrawn, according to her wish. She’s regal as a queen, transformed by golden ray,
Then takes a bow to curtain calls before the end of day.
From backstage you can hear her when the curtains block the light, The murmurs and the whispers or the thunders in the night.
Coffee in the Rain 