The golden ocean

The sun melted and pushed the sand into the sea.
Causing the most magical spark for me.
You see I had stopped writing poetry.
Until, like a new language was made for me.
I looked upon this brand new sea.
It was an ocean of purity, golden glitter on light that my mind now sets free.
And so I return to tranquility, where the sea is blue and a tree is green.
But sometimes I'll remember Gods gift to me, like a dream filled with earths history.
It is that the mind is more than the TV.
For If you really try one sets the mind free and the brain sees planets and lives in entirety.
And as such language collectively grows, more sentience of body is surely known.
Or if it is, we're merely a shell, surely our ancestry has more pearls of wisdom to tell.