Restless are the ocean waves
that battle for the land.
Their struggles are so timeless
against the grains of sand.

Swells rising and retreating,
climbing every shore.
Hold a conch shell to your ear
and hear the ocean roar.

Life is like the waves at sea,
gentle in its motion.
A symphony of heartbeats,
lessons in devotion.

Now and then a storm is born,
twenty-five foot waves.
Testing us in the journey,
life sometimes misbehaves.

With a rhythm so hypnotic
and soothing in its guise;
footprints fall into the sea
and fade before your eyes.

Then you hear the waves at night
crashing one by one,
their pounding is so steady,
a skirmish never done.