The churning of the sands, encases me in a world, unknown to many, and cherished by all. Life is drowned out, by the roaring and spitting, of endless pressure, Maintaing a stablility, no man or woman, ever could. The ses presses itself firmly Against the wind, Mountains, and plentiful sands, as she continues her monotnous and daily, routine. And such, the life of the Aquatic goes unnoticed, For another day, as millions of lives are controlled, By the vast and beautiful Sea. L L