Waves

• Sarah Bi, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

I stand solitary on the shore
In the distance a wave forms, monumental and menacing.
It rushes towards me with inhuman speed
And collapses within touch of the shore.
All that is left is a foaming carcass of the great water beast
As if threatening to come again and exterminate.
I trudge forward and reach out
Only to witness the clear, pristine water shrink away from my touch
And back into the vast expanse of ocean.
The water roars and growls
Gently lapping against the moist sand
As if feigning innocence
Until another wave comes.
Waves, ever flowing
The rushing water, never slowing
Waves.