By David Andre Davison
I start in the clouds,
in the form of rain or snow.
Seeking out siblings in the ocean,
down on the surface below.
I move across the sea,
with help from a gentle breeze.
If I travel up north,
the cold will make me freeze.
Maybe I’ll venture down to the tropics,
where the weather is sunny and hot.
The trade winds set the course,
as this wave, helps a sailing yacht.
Then the storms seize me,
a strong typhoon, or hurricane.
To the coastline they send me crashing,
causing destruction, torment, and pain.
Don’t blame it on me, the wave,
as I gently roll across the sea.
I can’t help the forces of nature,
nor the effects of gravity.
I am the same wave,
a surfer rides to the shore.
Or that tickles a child’s toes,
sending them back in for more.
The sea knows no country,
no government or race.
It moves to and fro,
filling up any empty space.
A wave is random,
following wind and tide.
Going anywhere it’s sent,
lacking the power to decide.
I love my life of adventure,
floating across the giant sea.
Visiting many new places,
being so wild and carefree.
The next time you visit,
the coastline or shore.
You’ll be mesmerized by me,
cause that’s what I’m here for.
#poetry #weather #nature #ocean #life
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