Wind & Seas
Power supreme and power of a sigh,
power of the tides and of the wind
that moves the waves,
and power that pushes beauty
through the fissures of the skin
and down to the heart and soul
and performs its magic that
stimulates the internal organs
and dances upon the surface of the skin
and in the depths of the eyes
that acknowledge the
wonderment of beauty,
and the beauty of the crest of the waves,
the saintly white colored churning that
rolls to the shore like a poetic dream,
then sinks back into the calm again
to gather up like it did before and becomes
a part of another crest to run ashore,
power supreme that is all powerful,
those earthly eternal mechanics that remained
the same since the blueprint of the oceans
that were drawn up at the time of creation,
from the all-powerful mind of the creator,
the mastermind behind nature’s execution
that can overturn the ships or also
make the passageway as smooth as silk,
the wind, the seas, the God of might,
the father of us all,
the impenetrable wall that stands firm
as we test its strength, durability,
and credibility,
the Father God that loves us and
shows us what strength is,
the nature that makes us revere its nature,
the power that shows us what power is,
the teacher that makes us feel his lessons,
the lessons that lead us the shores of wisdom,
the wisdom that shows us the wall
and that we cannot penetrate it,
an ode to the wind and seas,
their power and might,
the wall that they create,
their poetic movement,
the poem that they inspire in us,
oh yes, the eternal wind and seas.
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