The sea , that beautiful vast hybrid child of sky and land. The mesmerizing baby blue water , swaying and dancing to the calm and soothing melody of the salty breeze. That last breath it takes preparing for the crash with land , it's frail attempt to take over its superior but the second it hits shore with force , the thunder booms and the land radiates an aura of power that as soon released forces the waves aback, the troops failing to concor one of the remaining two. But reinforcements would come on a day of anger. The sky would ecoe a trecerious sound. And the breeze will become wind and wind a storm. The waves will gain power and the cry of land as he waves hit it forcefully would ecoe with each thunder and lightening striking the land. The child of land floods in pain, but it would fight. Cause as soon as the golden rays summon warmth into the atmosphere. The war would end. And peace will be regained and would win over greed.
