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The Sea
The Sea is an everchanging picture of wondrous beauty, A fluid canopy decorated under the reflection of the sun -- Its dark blue waters dotted by sparkling patches of Orangy-brown, its waves capped by foaming white surfs -- Watery explosions occurring each and every time They roll against the jagged jutting rocks of the shore.
The Sea is nature's melodious symphony -- its waters Constantly moving -- never still, not even for a moment; Knowing neither rest nor sleep nor tranquil calm, Perpetually subject to the dynamic forces of nature And the distant Lunar pull -- An orchestra of chiming Dinghies and repetitive rhythmic surf.
The sun glistens off the Sea's swelling, rolling Ffluid waters as waves reach for the earthen terra, Only to retreat back into the ocean's vast, Deep expanse; Gradually rocks and dirt sink beneath The water as the tide reaches its height submerging Everything around -- only to re-emerge hours later When the Sea recedes, maintaining its unending journey To and from the shore's earthen land, sand and rocks.
Gulls circle overhead scanning tidal pools for creatures Stranded by the ebbing waters, Panoramic colorful sailboats glide across the surface Guided by gentle winds; A misty spray sprinkles Nearby rocks and land, glazing them under a watery Film of plankton, algae, salt and seaweed, While the refreshing ocean breeze comforts all around, Providing much needed respite from the infernal Summer heat. The Sea, though placid and serene at times, So seemingly impotent and powerless, Is a paradox of nature -- Kind and gentle one moment, Wild and untamed, fickle and unpredictable, Angry, unrepentant and violent the next -- Violently frothing and churning and lashing and tearing At everything and everyone within its lethal reach -- Causing rampant flooding, wide-spread destruction And indiscriminate loss of life during raging Storms of great fury and might.
The Sea, though tranquil, enchanting and beautiful in Appearance, providing food and minerals and sport And pleasure to all who partake of its gentle generous Manner is but a watery Siren waiting to lure, trap and Destroy the unsuspecting complacent ignorant, Who acting out of pride, display false bravado -- For as the violent storms show, The Sea is master of and controls the destiny of All who use her waters.
--W. Sutherland |
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