First the wave falls
Even and Rhythmic
But slowly, overtime,
It grows, cosmic
Influences pull it
and rise it high
It grows strong
But knows not why
It looses itself
To nature's touch
Its rhythm distorted
Its force too much
But time heals all
And sense will recall
Returning the sea
To its natural rise and fall
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
First the wave falls
Even and Rhythmic
But slowly, overtime,
It grows, cosmic
Influences pull it
and rise it high
It grows strong
But knows not why
It looses itself
To nature's touch
Its rhythm distorted
Its force too much
But time heals all
And sense will recall
Returning the sea
To its natural rise and fall
