Waves
The ocean.
Vast.
Deep.
Wave after wave rolls,
one atop another,
never ending.
It quiets when it reaches shore,
slowly riding in,
and quietly pulls away.
She is power,
she is strength,
she surrounds us.
There are days,
I hear her calling my name.
If I go, will she let me me come back?
I think not.
One thing I do know,
I will ride the waves one more time.
This song struck my fancy for this piece ...