August

A Narrative of the Cerulean Sea

The Cerulean Sea sits calm under the August Sun
The balm of the Sun on sailors’ backs
Entices them to a Summer swim
The still waters inviting them to relax

These sailors love their Cerulean Sea
Diving into the deep, clear waters
The Sea envelopes them, exploring every crevice of naked flesh
Washing away every bother

Such pleasure in a Summer swim
Lifts these sailors’ stalwart hearts
To be within their beloved Sea
Provides the energy needed to restart

So much Sun and water exhaust these sturdy souls
Who climb back for rest aboard their vessel
Eager to observe the Sea’s new tides
For the journey is what makes sailing special

The Sea begins to churn anew
And they welcome the uncertainty
For not swimming, but sailing
Is what makes a sailor what he claims to be