Waves

• Imogen Stanley, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

The waves are a baby,
fragile, innocent and gentle.
They are a soothing lullaby,
listen to them calmly crash,
as they tickle the sandy shore.
Inhale the fresh scent of the sea air.

Waves are like children.
Racing to the golden shore,
seeing who can reach the highest.
But no child likes to lose,
so if they do,
they become a ticking time bomb.
That if it detonates disaster descends.

The waves anger becomes a violent current.
Fatally trapping anyone below the safe surface.
Fierce Tsunamis and murderous waves,
wipe out anyone and anything that settles nearby

But once the anger is gone.
The deep blue waves calm down,
and yet again they become a soothing song.