Trying to make a poem

Ocean is blue.

The motion is peaceful.

They fight to see it one day.

With all their might.

Day turns into night.

Finally they stop the fight.

So they can rest by the flowers.

But only so for an hour.

Night turns to day.

On that sunny may.

A new fight has begun.

So none will be done.

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THAT DIDN'T MAKE- eh whatever.

//Stupid Cow\\