Tempest
From the ice bound Southern Pole comes the north bound southerlies,
pushing wave after wave white horses, attacking rock and sand,
where billowing black clouds blanket one of the angry seas
that is behind the battle between the ocean and the land,
on a relentless journey that’s been repelled for centuries,
through defiance from persistence in an unrelenting stand,
until high pressure moves in behind the zephyr westerlies,
to bring back a time of balance now it is in command.
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