by Brian Troyer

Created on: July 02, 2009

The Sea

Waves rush in with a roar and a crash,

Then slide back, hissing along the hot sand.

Surge after surge comes the seawater,

Bringing with it a cool spray of salt.

The sun beats down on the sand

But the water is cold to the touch.

Far offshore a sailfish leaps.

Its scales catch the light,

Tossing brilliant, wet rainbows about.

Below it,

Far below where no light reaches

And the sun's warmth is not felt,

The water is like ice.

No sound of surf or gull can be heard.

There is only the calm, silent darkness.

Here there is little life,

Few beasts brave the darkness.

Returning to the surface,

Life begins again.

The sound of gulls fills the air,

And the beating of the surf on the sand begins again.

The slow, rhythmic beating,

Monotonous, yet melodious.

I look out on the vast blue expanse,

Imagine the life it holds,

And I smile.

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