Waves

• Aleena Zhu, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

The way they danced, the way the way the sang
At the ocean is where it begun.
Sweepind and swirling was their dance,
As they made their way towards land.

Towards the land they danced,
Towards the land they sang,
Towards the land the raced,
Like how other waves have done.
Other waves, other waves, other waves,
Future, past or present like other waves have done.

In the day or in the night it's always happening,
Singing, racing or dancing it's always happening.
When washing upon the shore the shore-line they touch,
It's the tingleing sand beneath them that always greets them.