Blue Fjord

If blue fjord was any given feeling

At any place, at any random time,

Then, an emotion so appealing,

It would be calmness, so great, so sublime.

To find blue fjord you must go to the ocean,

And gaze, where underneath the bright sun's rays

There, blue fjord glimmers like a wondrous notion

Inside the quiet, undiscovered bays.

To seek out blue fjord you need to travel

Far, to the highest mountaintops.

For there, and only there you will unravel

A flower, it's blue petals are God's thoughts.

The burning red of madness, rage, and evil

Does not comprise a hint of blue fjord.

In a place, with such perpetual upheaval

The best gift is the calm of blue fjord.

The scuba-diving undersea explorers,

Befriended by all fish around the world,

Who do not see the mainland's daily horrors

Admire most the depth of blue fjord.

The birds that are the greatest and the mighty

Who fear not thunder, rain, and hail and snow,

Are whispering the name of the almighty

Blue fjord, which took them in an age ago.

Serenity would like blue fjord's appearance,

Tranquility would love its good effects.

And what I will repeat with perseverance,

Blue fjord deserves a lot of our respect.

Blue fjord is so amazing, so delightful

That it can be just one of all the things.

It isn't mighty and it isn't frightful.

It is the calm and silence before spring.