The tides thrash violently
With quick indecisiveness,
Incoherently teetering with
Abrasive candor.

The storm cleaves through
Swiftly and unremitting.
Callous destruction
Wavering into tranquility.    

Calm and serene
Still water under a tentative sun,
Decidedly not blue.
Fictitious placid waters,
Hide a tumultuous storm brewing.