Froth and Fume

Fume brags of it’s

Climbing very high

If it wants it will

Reach the sky.

A tall ladder helps

To climb the stairs.

It mocks at ocean

For rolling tears.

Smoke says,it has

Stairs of silver.

Invites ocean

To enjoy it ever.

Ocean regrets, it

Can’t climb up

It’s just liquid

As a soft syrup.

It has a flat dish

To hold water.

How can it thrive

With smooth batter?

If it wants to

Soar up in air

It has to upsurge

Water level layer.

Dangers will come

With water upsurge

For ocean may be low

But contents very large.