You know,

There’s a difference between

Swamps

And Oceans.

Swamps have over hanging trees

That shed their exterior

Into shallow water

That murks with mud and moss.

Overgrown roots

Weave through like a maze,

A maze that only the swamp’s inhabitants

Can navigate.

The rotting air

Looms with fog

Almost trying to hide

The swamps ugliness.

Mere few can find things

That are lovable about the swamp,

Such a hard thing to love.

Oceans;

Glorious blue reservoir

With glittered paintings

That rival the stars.

Miles and miles

Of space for its keepers,

Rainbows of coral decorations

And centuries lost in time.

Even the moon calls upon the ocean

And croons out to its companions.

You can take one peak into the water

And find a new feature to cherish.

One can come up with millions of reasons

To love such a beautiful gift,

Extraordinary beings

Evoke extraordinary love.

If I could take a guess,

I think I know my standing.