Green Ocean

I sit in the quiet behind the windowpane,
eyes still on an open book.

I think I hear the hiss
of undulating sea.

Looking up and outside, a green ocean
tumbles with the wind,
basks in the afternoon shine.

It is the splendid crown
rippling on the big old tree,
on that little lone hill.

P.S.: I was at Queenstown library the other day, and there was this wonderful big tree standing outside the window, looking in. And I listened to it.