The thunderous waves crash onto the shore,
Mighty strong.
An unstoppable force as strong as any machine,
And as tall as any wall.
They come and go,
Back and forth as the fish swim and the turtles roam.
Always back and forth and I wonder
Do the waves tire of seeing the same things?
Do they tire of us?
Or like the fish are they simply at bliss?
I will never know.