Whispering Waves

Waves come colliding with dark dour shores.

Incredible and solid, it inhales and thunders.

Falling and touching each grain of sand,

A warm hug among ocean and land.

High over, a seagull takes off high.

Wings of virtue it spreads to fly.

Doing combating high against obscured cloud,

In a breeze that blows wildly, flying elegant and glad.

Underneath, the sand is delicate and warm.

Etched essentially, it's endured the hardship.

An enthusiastic fight among tranquillity and wrath,

Another part's start; don't turn the last page.

I listen again to the murmuring waves,

Music of nature quieting and daring.

Its force obscure, its tranquillity untamed,

Puzzling and enchanted, a fortune earth claims......

~ Whispering Waves