no. 6 - Jealousy

I often find myself jealous of the oceans
For the way the waves can crash without being accused of causing commotion
The way she can rage and storm without being called dramatic
The way she can howl and scream and still be admired for the way she glistens
Nobody ever leaves her
No matter how bad the storms get
I'm quite jealous of that.

By E.V. Seegmiller