Bringing Mae Flowers

I miss the ocean

Though I fear the unknown deep, 

And I dislike the sand in my shoes

And the salt on my chapped skin.

Still,

I miss the ocean

The sea-scented breeze in my hair,

The sound of rolling waves in my ears,

And the tide lapping at my ankles.

I miss the ocean.

Though I never went to the beach when I was young,

It calls to me like a childhood friend,

and soothes my heart like it understands me.

So,

I miss the ocean,

When I live far from the sea.