Pretty pools tranquil and still
Form peaceful and clear
But how did it get here
Built from the seas spill violent and free
Wild in face of adversity
Storms rage
Water sprays
Thrown to the rocks on unsettled days
Waves and waves marching with the current
Flowing over but true to form
Splashing over climates
Weathered and torn
In all its uproar
Pretty pools
were
born