The Second Wave

Many pennies Trey did save Since he wanted a good wave Just to say You know ‘hey’ At the surf shop he bought a board Which he could barely afford Upon leaving the store A beautiful sight walked through the door Making Trey go gaga on the show room floor During this short span of attention it should be mentioned Trey did not get a wave And he took it like a man very brave Sometime later Being like a waiter He cleaned that board that he barely could afford Before attempting to get the legendary score Looking up he saw that beautiful sight Head into the ocean armed for a fight Trey stood up knowing it was time To get that wave that was on his mind Taking everything head first Ready to quench a challenging thirst For a second he had a distraction It was that beautiful sight that captured his attraction Trey missed the wave memorized by the beautiful thing As it curled up forming a ring “That is all right I missed that one The next should come and it will just be as much fun” Trey watched and peered Without any fear Waiting for Poseidon’s fist to appear Above the saturated sand Turning Trey into a recreational participant not a fan As the clutch formed fingers Trey stood on his board watching the swell get bigger Writing the agenda in the image that looked like the hand of God Who turned this aquatic adventure into a lake like ripple lob As Mother Earth from the surf safely returned Trey to the beach Showing him the beautiful sight that was in reach She took a second to give him a wave Making Trey feel successful without digging a watery grave