The Wave

A monster chomping down the city,
A clear cloud hovering over the mountains and landing on me,
The one who makes me cool in the summer,

The cool water gushing over me,
I feel your cold and peaceful hands calming me down,
Whispering "Everything will be alright" 

The salt water flying through the spooky air,
The fresh smell that whispers to you, "You're home."
The smell of sand saying " Get back in the water"

Salt water through my mouth like a wave,
A waterslide building up to be rough and tough,
Swirling and twirling like a ballerina,

Thunder crashing on the shore,
Banging like drums,
Making music of its own,
My mystical and magical waves.