THE WONDERFUL WATER

The water was thrashing all about,
The gulls and ducks, were swirling in and out.
High above, the clouds, were drifting by--
Making a checkerboard in the sky.
The rocks stretched out, into the cold blue ocean,
Barracadding themselves for a sudden explosion.
The surf would build up, with a mighty power,
And suddenly-Crash!-there would be a shower.
The spray reaching upward higher and higher,
As though to touch the stars, was its only desire.
And then like raindrops, it would softly come down,
Hitting the rocks and the cold damp ground.
Everyday the same reacurring site,
Just as beautiful in the morning,
As it was at nite.
The Deaf would rejoice at the sight they would see...
The Blind would hear what would seem a symphony.
To the rest of us in this great land....
A moment to remember..as being truly Grand..
poem by©cMu