Waves (7/23/2009)

It rises right up from the depths of the sea
its colors so deep blue and warm.
The strength of it climbing and building up high
an omen ahead of the storm.
Advances so quickly, then swoops down and hits
crashes and breaks on the shore.
But coming up swiftly, right on its heels
you see there are so many more.
Rising and falling, they never stay still
when they reach their peak they just fall.
But after they’ve stumbled and broken their pride
they gather themselves and grow tall.
Some would want constancy, calm placid lake
where lazy ducks paddle around.
But as for me, I’ll take the power and grace
of waves and their loud, crashing sounds.

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