For me and many of people, waves are just joyful and healing. But nothing beats feeling waves crash on the shore.
Allright, let’s look at this poem about the Ocean Ripple.
© Susan Vidd
Ocean Ripple
Across the vastness of open sea
Traveling onward incessantly
Beginning with a breath of air
From skies above with clouds or bare;
The graceful pattern of blue and green
And other colors not clearly seen
Hold fast their strong and steady pace
As if to lead the looming race.
From where they begin
To where they end
The adventures are carried
From down within.
Closer now to distant shore
With beauty and power and stories of lore
We watch and wait with patient mind
In anticipation of a wondrous kind.
For the miniscule ripple
From across the sea
Is now a grand wave
For all of thee.
The sound so soothing it drowns the noise
eager to envelope the coast with poise
And comfort all who come to observe
And relish in waters of sculpture and curve.
The sight, the sound, the smell, the glory
Of a tiny ripple that tells a story.
We bare our feet and in the sand
Feel the majestic ripple from wave to land!
