Ocean

The feeling of the ocean. So calm, so still and at peace.

Yet waves crash and the ocean is loud, so deep in color, the beauty of the sea.

All the wondrous creatures that live within, they play and swim and breathe.

In the shallow waters and deep in middle of the sea.

So still yet moving constantly, so odd the ocean is.

The feeling of salt and water and waves, along with everything in it.

To all of us, the ocean we love.

The beautiful ocean, the feeling of.

Love

The Feeling of love, so mysterious, so true.

The beauty of love and saying I love you.

So perfect yet so many flaws, that's what love is it seems.

It's like the most wonderful thing yet it's destruction can be worse than anything.

It's so powerful and sometimes out of control, like we don't know what to do.

Other times it's what we depend on to keep us going, to survive this world that's cruel.

It is our life, our hopes, our dreams.

Sometimes we don't even have love, it's out of reach.

The feeling of love is everything we need at times, at times it's enough.

Love, the feeling of.

Rose

The feeling of a rose, so soft are the precious petals,

Yet the harsh spiky thorns lie beneath.

Just like sometimes a person is not always as beautiful as they seem.

What is hidden can hurt the most,

Even though the outside looks so neat.

You never know what's truly inside,

You never know what's inside their heart that beats.

Some roses though,

Even though man-made.

Are just as beautiful and soft on the outside as they are in.

Others even though they look dreary,

All of them have beauty somewhere within.

They turn to petals sometimes that we true up above.

A beautiful rose, the feeling of.

Candle

A beautiful flickering candle in the night.

So still, so calm, yet full of wonder.

The bright little light against the darkness of the night.

Alone in a house.

On a hill up yonder.

It's so quiet, so relaxed.

Until the breeze wipes away it's stillness and the light burns out fast.

Until it's lit again and it's beauty is reignited,

The candle lay there with its wax firming.

No longer melting away from the heat of the fire.

It lays there wanting the flame back.

It lays there waiting.

That fire full of fury with smoke rising up above.

A candle, the meaning of.

Rain

A trickle to a roar,
Rain falling on a roof made of tin.

The soft patter,
The calming sound,

The quiet whispers within.

Listening to each drop as it falls down.

Seeing it make the pavement wet on the ground.

Feeling the first wet droplet fall on your cheek.

You look up at the sky,
The heavens they leak.

The rain that falls upon us they say are tears from the gods.

Yet science says it's just the moisture falling back down onto the path you trod.

As we look to the sky and see water coming down from above.

Rain, the meaning of.