The sound that repeats like the clash of swords,
The movement is such it has abrupt jumps,
Starring into it gives peace of mind,
They are the waves of the sea, well timed…
With speed they come to you at once,
Rolling and turning with the winds that rush,
Intense and forceful at the outset,
Steady and blissful towards the end…
Like your family they greet you with hugs
They wrap around your feet and create a mini flood.
You hug them back, they take you within
They are the waves of the sea, soft; like the violin…
They get their personality from the sun.
Thus changing colours now and then,
They play, as much as they can with him,
Until their mother shows up with a grin…
When she’s up watching over them at night,
Each one of them is at her sight.
They get their discipline from her; the moon.
Like sainted children they settle down soon…
When one looks at them while they’re sleep,
The mind is calm and the world complete.
A thinker’s thoughts are crystal clear,
The spirit seems free, and the heart humane,
They are the waves of the sea that persevere…
Lessons from the sea are several to learn,
The dominant one is to give up fear.
Keep moving like the waves of the sea,
For the waves there is never “an end”