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The Waves
The majestic swell of man's empires Can be made clear if thought of as a wave. Waves are caused and built by the tides of the Moon, just as cities are caused and built by The tides of man. and just as the moon can make tides high or low, so can the tides of Man make us ebb or flow. but then the end Is what we should fear. the waves tear themselves Apart in one final mighty crash, as We often kill ourselves in a bloody clash. What we must ask ourselves everyday That we continue to thrive and grow is: How many more days will the moon cause tides, And how many more until we all die. The Beach The crystal water, which sparkles in the Sun, the yellow sand, burning 'neath my feet, The shadowy pelicans, swooping down Into the ocean, and the swift movements Of the sand crabs running from me: the beach. The waves, in all their titanic glory, tumble roughly to the sand, swallowing up whatever earthy constructions cross their majestic path. They peak, and then head back, to start all over again: the beach. Of all I've seen, I love the ocean most. I love the waves, water, and sand. and so I know waves, water, and sand. but still I Wonder what else I do not understand. The Ocean The crystal water sparkles in the sun. The yellow sand burns hot beneath my feet. The dull brown pelicans swoop overhead. And the little crabs scurry to shelter When I approach. All of this happens at The beach. the waves, in all their titanic Majesty, tumble roughly to the sand. They speed up the gently sloping mass of Sinking sand, and then recede, only to Be replaced by another tumultuous Crash, and another broken wave dashing Up the melting surface and across the scattered shells, again heading back, leaving an emptiness in the sand, and my heart. |
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