The waves come upon shore
The droplets strike with all might
Their light and sensitivity touch, I caress.
The sea is as bumpy a hike trail yet smooth when you go on across with a car.
The thousands of sea creatures that await upon my vision of the sea.
There is only them and me.
I wonder and I’ve pondered at the waves that resemble patterns differing among each other yet follow 0.2% of their brothers.
Will they be alike, and which ones are the ones opposing?
It resembles war in my eyes.
Marching side to side but on the front lines they are one.
Each wave is once small and others bigger.
Which will come and which will go? When will it fall silent rather flat, and here I sat seeing and pondering which will come again.
I see you, and I am happy each time you rise.