The waves breaking into the moonlit beaches
   Are losing their virginity to the adolescent soils
The roar they create in utter jubilant ecstasy,
  Falling on the deafening ears of the pine tree grooves.
They roll and they grow in the depth of the oceans
  Only to bounce and leap in youthfulness
Onto the lapping nature of the sandy white beaches
  To attain their union with the sins of the soil.