Waves

The joys being, ecstatic and loud,

the misery, silent among the crowd.

Yet for both, happiness and agony,

the shore serves its euphony.

Ages of secrets these waves wash away,

and hold them dearly, at her bay.

The burden never too heavy to capture’cause she’s our saviour gifted by nature.

Sitting by the shore, the warm breeze

carries away that heavy seizeThe chaos and the calm battles,

and for a moment peace settles.

Photo captured by a beloved individual.