The Big Old Mighty Ocean

I am the big mighty old ocean. 
Everyone is looking for pearls, 
I have in my depths. 
But I have a lot to offer, 
Besides those pearls. 

Infinite water I've is my experience.
And salts my bitter memories. 
But I've come to terms with them.

I play music when I am bored. 
The sound of the waves crashing at the shore is my melody. 
I am good at dancing too.
You can witness my dancing prowess on full moons. 

Nobody understands me as well as they think
Quite a many have tried to sail through me,
But only a few did succeed.

These rivers are like my sisters.
When they meet me,
All their problems are mine. 

Thunderstorms are when 
I make love to my darling sky.

These teeny-tiny stars are my kids, 
Who are never too far.
Seeing them grow old is my favourite pastime. 
Only they have a clue to find me,
And help get through me. 

When you come to visit me,
I will wash your feet.
Come close,
For I am the mighty old ocean.