Waiting along shores of life, watching the ocean rolling
over and over with tides roaming beneath them.
Loving to see foam tumbling when waves come crashing down
upon the surface of the water.
Or being smashed on rocks of the jetty, watching as waves
ebb upon the sand.
Flowing out again, gently pulling it's grains with an under-
tow lying there unseen yet powerful.
Lovely and beautiful to this poet's eye, as I quietly write
it all into a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem