Worn smooth by the tides move in and out
Peace with suns rise comes to pass
Gentle sounds as waves toss and turn about.
In mother waters, fury and beauty reside
Carving portraits out of sand and stone
Leaving scar and grotto for nature’s tears to hide
While in fathoms deep they lie alone.
Sun sets…royal blue turns to black
Ceaseless the currents move ever forward
Never deliberating or surrendering to look back
Fulfilling its expectation to move onward.