The Wild Waters

What force lies out there

For there must be something

That propels these wild waves

Upon to me

Soaring against these rocks they come

Wild, oh ever so wild

But whose glory owns them?

For they must be mighty

That anyone or anything

For what could own such pure great roaring?

***

A poem I wrote while sitting by the waves in this picture I took.

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