Wave Poem
by Sahara

Flowing, ever moving
Crashing, breaking, rolling
Large or small they rule
The surface of the sea
Sparkling in the sun
Relentless in the storm
They pound and crash and smash
They take and don’t return
They shape the land and rock
Erode it all away
To fifty feet they rise
And even higher still
They sweep it all away
Flowing, ever moving
Caused by tides, winds, currents
They will always be there
They are the ocean’s power
They are the ruling waves
Flowing, ever moving.