The sea, at night,
Angry like a drunken man
Looking for a fight -
Egged on by the wind;
Foaming and churning,
Lashing and burning.
Desiring
No peace,
No tranquility,
No order.
Whipped up into
A frenzy of hatred -
Wanting to destroy
Everything in its path.
Nothing is safe!
Not even the huge rocks
Which stand upright and proud
Like mountains to a tiny child.
The majestic cliffs
Standing watch over -
A beacon of protection
Could fall
Under the force of
Such rage!
Rising up as a cobra,
Waiting a second
Until the strike -
Smashing upon the beach,
Crashing upon the shore.
A wild beast in a cage
Longing to break free
To devour everything
In its path.
Uncontrolled malice
Unending terror
Under the moonlit sky.
Morning calm,
Still, sober.
Water glistening in the sunlight.
This morning a lamb,
Sleepy in the glow
Of the celestial ball.
A frightened creature
Timidly lapping the shore,
Gently brushing
Tenderly touching.
Anger melted
Into sobriety
And tranquil paradise.
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