Charge of Themselves

I see a sea of colors, the tide constantly moving and changing by the charge of the moon. I see a sea of frowns, no satisfaction. I see a sea of reserved people, waiting, and waiting more. A bright light outshined it all; It sang a melody so pristine and fine. The sun came out, emblazoning the water with sparkles that penetrated the dark. I see a sea of confident people, protesting, and protesting more. I see a sea of smiles, much satisfaction. I see a sea of colors, moving and changing by the charge of themselves.