A trickle, ripples on the surface
shimmering in the heat it breathes beneath us
a gentle sway, as the dark blue grey gives way
the rhythmic lapping of the waves at play
Heat rises, the swell as the storm rushes
crash, the first wave smashes through the calm, crushes
sprays against the rocks, more waves erupt
bursting apart as they collide, frothy waters wake up
Chaos surrounds, walls of fury rage down, a whirlpool of energy and power
a tidal wave towers over, the force scary, poised, ready to devour
avalanches cascade down the towering mountains,
and crack, everything goes black
pressure point passed the quake becomes an attack, a ferocious foaming pack
Pulled under, surges, dragged by currents, trying to swim against the water's urges
suddenly the surface gets closer, and out from the darkness a hand emerges
pulled atop the crest, above the madness below, surfs the waves that flow to and fro
gradually the mood becomes more mellow
a gentle rhythm from the seas that once bellowed
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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