In honor of my 100th post, I'm going to break the quoting-other-people mold and wax poetic for a minute. I wrote the following poem because I looked up into the sky one day and saw an airplane that looked like a whale at first glance. It got me thinking about how the sky looked like the ocean and what can I say? The thought inspired me. I know it's totally amateur, but I hope you enjoy it.
Gaze up to a sea of delicate blueThat billows and swells to horizon.White froth floats byOn the breath of a sighThe current stirs among the blades.Is that a creature that floats on the breeze?It drifts as if suspended by string.A slow, gentle giantWith bountiful eyeThat shines amid glint of the light.What is this liquid that blows in my hair;The tempest that tears at my clothes?What is the floodThat streams from aboveAnd swells and crests at my feet?It is the air of the ocean deep;The tears of innumerable stars.The wind that blows by,The aircraft that flyAnd the showers that break on the sand.