The Little Wave

Once the North wind made love with the sea and a tiny little wave soon came to be Father Wind would guide him as he grew His Mother was the sea he traveled through and as they brought him closer to the shore each day he would grow a little more and safe within the arms of Mother Sea He imagined just how big he'd grow to be The handsome foam that formed upon his crest was among his mothers gifts that he loved best and the harder that his Father Wind would blow the larger and the stronger he would grow One day a fearsome sound came to his ear an awful sound that filled his heart with fear he feared something he couldn't understand when he saw the other waves crash on the sand He wept as he drew closer to the shore for it seemed to him he soon would be no more He cried and cried, "Alas! Oh woe is me." with mortal fear of what was soon to be When his Father and his Mother heard him cry they told their weeping wave,, "You will not die." "There is a gift you must deliver to the sand then simply return to our love where you began You'll sleep a while with Mother Sea, and then Father Wind will guide you once again