Waves

for my parents

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cresting, crashing, foaming,
Crushing hard stone into sand,
Its energy dissipating, ebbing,
Until it is a gentle sweep
Reaching a pair of sunken footprints
But no further

The energy sinks slowly back to its source
Joining the last of its force to the next surge.
For you see, it never really dies —
The cycle of life rolls on.

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