Waves crashing,

warping the land

Writing lessons in the sand

with a figurative hand

Dark clouds

suspended in air

Followed by lost constellations

and beautiful flares

A nightly breeze

hangs in the sky

Humming its own tune 

Never to die

A full moon spills on the water

Like ink to a page

The work of an author

Or a musician’s refrain

It’s cold but,

There’s sweat seeping through your skin

Questioning your indecision

Contemplating every sin

You’re yelling at the ocean, 

but the ocean’s singing melodies

Soothing to your mind like 

Mother Nature’s remedies

You came here to vent

But that’s far too hard to do

When the Earth wants you at peace

Be at peace, you will do