Waves

Far out in the open sea,
A wave begins to form,
The miniature surface ripples,
And the thundercloud’s approach.

The wave dominates the ocean,
A surfer’s delight,
Gathering swiftness and refined elegance,
As a ballerina on pointe.

An ocean’s arm ascends above clouds,
A soft sensational touch,
Sprinting past the developing waves,
Racing each other towards the shore.

Its time has come to fade away,
The roaring wave’s not here to stay,
The memory of the wave remains,
As the lingering scent of sea salt.

Out in the middle of the sea,
Another wave begins to form,
As one wave is lost, another is reborn,
Waves.