She glistens and sparkles
she shimmers the sun,
She’s whispered her rush since time has begun
With thundering clamour
And restless dilemma
Though she never veers out from her run.

Her hair is the wind,
her moods, the weather
Her heart a boulder of stone.
There’s ice to her touch
There’s death in her clutch
As she endlessly rolls alone.


Her form, indefinable
Her charms, undeniable  
As she spreads herself out on the sand.
With passion and fight
With wondrous delight
She sculptures herself on the land.

With white on her face
And heart all a race
With temper, she swirls up a fight
Then calm and demure
She’s silent once more
And bathes herself in the moonlight