The Sea And Me

The white misty shores on which I love to look upon.

For the quiet rustling of the winds and waters that come to my feet.
That lick what little I have with a slimy seaweed to cover up.
I just smile, for God is all powerful, but the sea has the power to talk in the rustling papers of the water.
Which take over my inhabitants.
That will go from rock to wave to have a foundation upon which it can't find.

It looks everywhere, stopping but going till the end of time...