A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
The Deep Blue
The Deep Blue
By: Bailey Hicks
The hot, gritty sand
Beneath my feet is a
Weird, but relaxing feeling
I come here, to the Deep Blue
In times of need or comfort
This place, this magical place
Is like my second home
The salty water from the Deep Blue
Runs through my veins
That smell, that fishy smell
Is displeasing to the stomach
But it just adds to the atmosphere
It’s amazing how something
Can change in an instant
Waves crashing, boards snapping
Sand flying in the air
The Deep Blue now
Dark Grey
People running, running
To save their belongings
The calm, beautiful sea is now
A hungry monster, wanting to
Destroy everything in its path
This place, once paradise
Is now a mad house
But what I see is different
I see the perfect time to go in
Its like the sea is calling me
It’s saying “Come to me,
Come to me and have fun”
And when I go
Its like the world stops
Just me and the sea
No one can stop me
No more worries, doubts
About anything in life
I think all people
Should come to the Deep Blue
But not everyone sees
What I see