Let It Pass Poem by TheNameless Poet

Silver Teardrops,
fall from frothing, rolling waves
They tinkle and pitter-pat
as they splat to their deaths
joining with those around them
a silver blood puddle

The waves crash and move
intense friction forming
Yellow Silver Fish race across the surface
in a flash and the sound slowly
sends itself to me
400 firworks in a single instance

The seaweeds branches reach for sunlight
that struggles brake through
the frothing waves
by try and cover from the Yellow Silver Fish
threatening to end their very own life force

We are the starfish, we watch
and observe.
We know not what lies beyond those waves
what matters now is patience
let the Silver Teardrops fall,
Leave the Yellow Silver Fish to strike

It all will be over soon
so just wait,
let the storm pass