Oceania what names your wavy locks
That blow back in forth with
Ripples that part your hair
To see your face underneath.
Underneath the waves see
Freckles that glint like sand upon your face.
Your soul goes deep into darkness
Many depths below sea level.
Your eyes gaze into vastness
Of many miles wide of blue land you control.
You speak in a whisper
And then violently awake
With crashing and thrashing,
But the serene times are peacefully at best.
Gently you wash upon the Earth
At the peacefully time
Of a sun’s rays high above the sky.
Oh, Oceania what can one give
To be a part of you between your wavy locks
And the ripples that part your hair
Beneath your land so gleaming and blue.


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