waves lap gently against the shore, repeatedly
caressing the land briefly before returning to the deeps
emerald and sapphire sparkling in the light
the clear sensation of life sliding into me
as a warm breeze shifts my hair back playfully
time is motionless rocking here in the sea
waters cradling me like a mother with her child

but now a cold wind stirs me from my comforts
the water shivers, ripples spread across its face
a distant growl sounds through the calm
and the sky frowns when the wind disturbs it
drawing a veil of clouds along its length
waves protest the rising winds with tossed heads
then shudder at the impact of fat raindrops and the
jewels of the waters made slate as gray draws across them
the mother's embrace is replaced by tumultuous crashes of
thunder grumbling ominously to the angry waters furiously
demanding unspecified ransoms warning against ignorance while
jagged swords of light crash into the unrepentant seas with their
cries of destruction and violence until--

maybe they reach an understanding or maybe they decide
that the sky and the sea are not at war for
what is one without the other?

--a last mutter of thunder before the clouds withdraw
the wind pushes softly, insistently against me, apologizing
and when the waves see the retreat they relax
returning to their pastime of kissing the shore sweetly
unworried, content, but waiting for the next inevitable clash