The Wave Poem by JOY JOHNSON

Here I stand piercing outward
Listening to the sound of rushing waters
High curled in motion a long line down
Rows of rolls circle under sound
Then the tide rips calmly under below
Mountains of wonder a world of it's own
Cracks crevaces old wonders far away out there
Treasures sunken stored buried by sand
Colors galore plants sway to and fro
Movement of fish both small, medium and large do glow
Creatures unknown for centuries deep below hide and crawl
Pearls often hold tight the clams closed shell
Half man, half woman Mermaids an ol tale
Sunken ships, the pirates map broken dreams drowned
Lost city of Atlantis may never be found
Deeper and wider the wave remains
A whole world lives there hidden away
Where tunnels of holes lead to higher grounds
Then surface above water darkness all around
Hot coals and steamy gas's are deep within
Anger her not or she will burn you with them
For whenever shaken she takes you along
Just another lost casual sunken then gone
Her beauty lay's in many shadows that look right back
Softly she settles quiet or calm as her waves roll back
Learn to appreciate her waters as you float out to sea
Her many bodies of weight waves so peacefully