Rush of Waves
The ocean's waves, they rush ashore,
With such ferocity, they often roar,
As they crash upon the rocks below,
Their sound is loud like a thunderous show.
The sea salt dashes 'cross my face,
As it hits me with its salty embrace,
I stand here, feeling the rush of waves,
My soul is free, my spirit 'graves.
I feel the water anoint my skin,
As I feel its wetness soak within,
I take a deep breath and feel the ocean's might,
Rushing towards me, so fast and bright.
As the waves recede, to return again,
I hope to feel their power once again,
To stand before the ocean and feel its force,
To ride the waves, with nature as my course.
Oh, the rush of waves, how I love thee,
Your beauty so fierce and wild and free,
I cannot help but stand here and admire,
As the ocean's waves rush higher and higher.
Copyright © Vianney Forewah | Year Posted 2023
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