30/05/2026
THE ROCK AND THE WAVE
Over eons of time, the rock had stood there
Surrounded by water, beneath the sun's glare
The water washing over, it's surface each day
Where it sat on a sandbank, in the middle of the bay
It was so old, it's origins, were no longer clear
But there was something that had always, and forever been here
And that something was a wave, that always rushed up to greet him
On the early morning tide, and later when the light grew dim
It was always so happy to see him, with it's sweet caress
For this special friendship, he felt truly blessed
From miles upon miles, he would see it arrive
It's bubbling sea foam, made him feel truly alive
And Indeed it had shaped, who he had become
With it's smoothing embrace, always such fun
Sometimes it would lap gently, around and around
On other occasions, it would leap inward bound
And crash down upon him, in an exhilarating shower
Full of sparkling passion, and oceanic power
It followed the moon, and relayed other-wordly tales
About Lemuria and Atlantis, and the dolphins and whales
And news from distant lands, carried through the waters
Along with stories of the Merfolk, the sea's sons and daughters
One time it brought with it, a gift for the rock
A merry band of seahorses, in a beautiful flock
Sometimes the wave, would be emerald green
Other times grey, or aquamarine
Always reflecting the sky, the world and the weather
Quite often carrying driftwood, or a seabird's feather
But always and forever, that wave had been there
With salty sea kisses, and stories to share
JK 21.3.23
