As I Watch the Waves Crash

As I watch the magnificent waves out at sea, on their journey back to me, I think of all the brave sailors and fishermen who became victims of the fury I see below. The violence portrayed and the helplessness of a tiny ship caught off course. Tears moisten my eyes. Lamenting over the erosion that years of this phenomenon has caused, and knowing Mother Nature knows best. Forceful, mighty waves relentlessly smash against the cliff face, creating bountiful bursts of explosive white foam erupting against the rocks. A magnitude of surging, tumultuous sea water bursts mercilessly against the battered land giving forth a silver mist sprayed high, to be returned to the angry sea. The ocean like a furious banshee, pummeling itself, smashing against the rock wall, powerfully swirling a torrent of vivid froth, slowly disappearing as the ocean retreats once again. Like an almighty cauldron, curling and twirling, stirred by the sea, it came bashing, as a torrential torrent pounded endlessly. The wielding waves crashing and wafting spray, offered no mercy, so from my clifftop vantage point, I walked away.