The sea, it whispers soft and low,
A tremor in the undertow.
Its waves, once wild and free to roam,
Now shiver as they make their home.
Beneath the sky, a restless dance,
But fear has cast its fleeting glance.
What if the shore should turn away,
And leave the ocean lost at bay?
The tides, they pull with heavy sighs,
As shadows stretch across the skies.
The sea, it fears the silent land,
The world that waits upon the sand.
What if the winds forget their song?
What if the sea is swept along,
To places dark, to depths unknown,
To waters where no light has grown?
And yet, it rises with a cry,
A breaking wave against the sky.
It roars, it churns, it leaps and falls—
A strength that answers ancient calls.
The sea is scared, but still it knows,
That fear is what the tide bestows.
For in its heart, beneath the blue,
Is strength that only fear can strew.
The storm may rage, the wind may scream,
But in its depths, there lies a dream.
For every wave that crashes loud,
The sea will rise again, unbowed.
So when you see the sea retreat,
And hear its heart in each heartbeat,
Know that beneath the waves so deep,
It fears, but still, it will not sleep.
For every tide must face its fear,
And though it trembles, it is here—
The scared sea holds the secret true:
That strength is found in what we do.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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