The Sea

It breathes its briny breath In and out, in and out Butterfly kisses across the shore Violent blows against the cliffs Pearls of ocean spray leap off of the caps Twirling deftly through the air Like a ballerina being thrown against the high wind Hot and cold, hot and cold Temperament never a strong suit An icy shoulder turned towards the land Or the fiery breath from the depths Howling in anger and pain Like a small child, a slave to its emotions Always a screaming toddler Or a sour old man Never one to please A young teenager And always, always rebelling But if you turn your back for a moment The truth will reveal itself Because when it thinks you are not looking It tends to behave and serenity claims the world.