Stubborn Waves
The noontime waves creep and crawl,
threateningly roar and roll
upon the shore.
They rush to gather speed, force and all,
trying to besiege and topple
the stone seawall.
They smash hard against its mossy base,
trying to shake and crack
its rocky core
only to explode as shattered, salty spray
that briefly splash in the wind
before they fall.
But they keep coming back, rushing in,
ebbing out, for that's what waves
are after all!
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