The Rough Sea

A poem about, the stormy sea, and how it is mother natures form of communication. Enjoy! :)

The Rough Seas

 

Rough seas

batter the bay.

Destructing sandcastles.

That stands in it's way.

 

Down below

The sea bed is still.

But up on the surface,

Waves attack as their will.

 

For seagulls and fish

life is tough,

As on stormy days

Habitation gets rough.

 

Rain pours down

as the lightening flashes.

While on the shore,

A tremendous wave crashes.

 

The pebbles shift 

by the oceans power,

moving shore lines

and extinguishing coastal towers.

 

Cliffs are torn

To the oceans advantage,

The rough waves of the sea,

mother natures language.

Author's Note

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