#207-Jibber jabber

A winter’s ocean,

Grey and cold,

Caressing the sandy shore.

The sun is out,

But it’s far away,

Struggling with clouds,

Blocking its way.

The ocean: "Shine on me please."

The sun: "I can’t."

The ocean: "Tomorrow?"

The sun: "Yes."

My mind: "Even the sun has difficulties."

My heart: "Who am I to complain?"