The Ocean, Sun, and WWI

I told the ocean waves to high five the sky and smile at the sun. A twinkle was born and the earth was created. A breath of completeness was then taken chased with salt water. Please be quiet and wash out your mouth. That salt taste will get to you but give it a second! Drink up and that salt will clean your wounds. Those battle wounds sting just as much as when they were first hatched and hacked. They might heal. And they might scar. At least they'll make for a witty story. So cheer up and smile. You're got company that wants to listen.