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I listen to the rising waves

Breaking on the granite, lining the cliff shore

And am in great awe

Of the fierce majesty revealed to me.



I hear the fast strengthening wind

As it whips the wild waves to creamy froth

And I am grateful

For the proof of living nature, so near.



This raw weather is true to life -

So relentlessly comfortless and grim.

It is time to heed

Its message and stop the youthful yearnings.



So, I draw the deepest lungful

Of salt-filled air, rife with ocean smells

Feeling it scour me -

Also empower me to chart a new course.