Dive in, my dear – the water may seem cold,

Like volleys, waves may crash upon the beach,

The underhanded currents may grab hold,

Invisible and boundless in their reach.

We ask the swimmer if the water's fine,

But rarely do we wonder if the sea

Enjoys intruders in her pristine brine

Or craves the swimmer's selfish company.

The frigid waters, currents, and vast swells

May simply be the ocean's self-defense

Against crass tourists grabbing fish and shells

Who claim to love her, only in pretense.

I ask you please to brave the raging waves –

The one the ocean loves, the ocean saves.