The waves endless push and pull,
Retracting it’s touch too soon,
Caving under the control,
Its plans disrupt by the moon.
The crest of the wave rides high,
Before being thrown to the ground,
When the tide finally subsides,
All the lost things are found.
A saddening plight,
It’s nature causing it to disturb what it adores,
The turbulent storm although often contrite,
Nevertheless erodes the calm shores.
The shallow drawn into the deep,
Where all life exists,
Ignoring the waves as they weep,
Pulled into the oceanic abyss.
Emotional Storm
Shaynanigans 