Wonder Waves

As the sound of the waves hit the shore,  

I profoundly think about life more and more... 

And all about nature's bountiful things in store!

While I watch youngsters dance on the beach-

The ocean is tirelessly beating its own tune to teach, 

Some of life's deepest lessons we must learn

To strive hard and never give up to yearn. 

For as beautiful and calm that it may seem, 

It sometimes rages swiftly making its way through like a fierce dream. 

Yet , I love the sound of the waves 

For the message it gently breaks,

 into our ears...

Thou shall remember for years and years.

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