Becoming ocean

Can you hear it?

It is loud but not forced,

Soft although humming like a beating heart,

Kingdoms of foam tower over each other,

Rushing to the shore,

Shells encompass the center,

Although broken they tell a story,

Blue hues shimmer and entice,

Like glass in the sun,

Green trees under the surface,

Beckoning me,

Waiting for me,

Cold hits me like shock as I enter,

Then it all drifts away,

Waves brush against me,

Racing each other to the door,

The universe stretches in front of me,

A million possibilities,

Time slows,

I become ocean.