Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.
Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.
Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,
A warm embrace between sea and land.
High above, a seagull soars high.
Wings of purity it spreads to fly.
Battling high against darkened cloud,
In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.
Beneath, the sand is soft and warm.
Sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.
A passionate battle between calmness and rage,
A new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.
I listen again to the whispering waves,
Music of nature calming and brave.
Its power unknown, its stillness untamed,
Mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.
Power And Beauty Of The Beach
When I took v.r.s. from my job at the age of 52, I became nervous, jobless, then useless and so on. Sometimes I went to the seashore and had the same feeling as narrated in this poem....
Whispering Waves
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018 with permission of the Author.
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