On a sandy beach,
A gentle wave
Engulfs it slowly
And recedes
Again and again
To the vast expanse
Wither it comes.
When you sit down
To observe the waves
They turn deliberate,
Slow and deep,
Until thought takes hold.
The surf splashes on
As it always did.
A storm approaches
The waves grow
In size, fury,
Lashing the shore
Carving rock
Only to subside
To an innocent calm.
Ebbing and flowing,
The waves change
Slowly as nature
But surely as time
Year after year
To dampen into
Eternal sleep.
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