Unknown to what's in store
The wind
Directs a wave
Onto the shore-

When patience falls apart,
Left with an unfinished start-
It departs.

But as anticipation for more
Grows confident than before.
It returns
Washing a conch ashore

To entrap the sweet murmurs
Of such a magical bliss
Making emotions to quiver
As the melodious message
Waits to be heard.