The Art of Surfing

I have not yet mastered the riding

On rolling waves,

Six feet high speeding 

Like a bird through the wind I fly,

Colours ablaze, like the waves carry me 

To the surface of the sky.

The night owl stingrays camouflage 

Underneath my delicate feet,

I can hear my wave crash and boom! 

It comes back down at me like the stare of the moon.

My family cheerful with glee, 

With the dolphins singing as loudly

As a rhythmic beat.

The birds myrtle a chirp  

And I stand high with a sigh

I twirl and whirl with my duty of deem

She calls me into the bright twilight night 

As if I was at the old Flat Rock Beach

I stop and can't believe the sight

While I’m enjoying the nurture’s delight.