Ocean waves, currents from afar,
tales of places, shifting bodies that are.
A dance of energy, their ebb and flow,
a force to seize.
We are waves, atoms in a cosmic hum,
descendants of stars, under the same moon.
A mystic language, a whisper that clings.
Stones born of volcanoes, eruptions profound,
Creating diamonds and sapphires, brilliance unbound.
In the rustling, flickering, a dance unfolds,
A symphony of waves, a story retold.
Tales of currents, tides, an ever-shifting tide.
For in each curl, in every crest,
resides the magic of waves, where journeys invest.
- D. Adamson
