The King and His Sea

Life begins with me, with music. From the fiery magmas and boiling rains, I coalesced. Charged with the energy of the stars, a tiny seed formed, so tiny that you would not think it had hope of surviving. Yet that seed grew and sprouted one thousand thousand different beings. My waters turn and carry nutrients to the surface; I am a soup, feeding the world. Lava-rich waters bring vital minerals to the earth. I contain millions of wandering souls, returning to the origin to pass on the gift...and the curse. I breathe air into the atmosphere; I receive the poisons from land. It is my music that keeps every creature on the planet alive. The others know this, those who live within me and cane can hear my heartbeat. Tiny shrimp keep the time, click clickclick. Waves carry the octaves. Migrations of turtles set the harmony, and the whales add their haunting melodies. But there are some who have forgotten, some who won't listen. I contain deserts, forests, bogs, lakes, rivers, canyons, secrets, mystery, time. I hold the key to forces so powerful that none can survive their might. I spend my wrath without fear of debt. I am greedy; I am giving. I am life. I am death. I am the infinite.