It’s mysterious indeed.

It will rise and fall, and people will depend on it.

If you listen closely you can hear them whispering and the ocean singing.

At the bottom of dreary the salty water makes my eyes burn.

Deep in the nothings of the earth are where it lives.

At the break of dawn, it rustles and rolls up and splashes the world.

It has a question like everything else.

Its hopelessness and so much question makes people question harder.

But it remains unanswered.

A mystery indeed.