Remember Poem by Savva Emanon

A wave arose beneath the moon,
Believing it must race the tide,
It feared the rocks, the storm, the wind,
And all the depths it could not hide.

It curled itself in fragile form,
A moment dancing wild and free,
Yet trembled at the thought one day
It would dissolve into the sea.

Then silence spoke within its heart,
A truth more ancient than the foam:
"You were not born apart from this…
The ocean has always been your home."

And suddenly the wave grew still,
No longer lost, no longer torn,
For what it feared was never death,
But waking to what it had always worn.

The sea moved softly through its soul,
Through every crest and every motion,
And in that sacred, wordless breath,
The wave remembered:
I am the ocean.