Fears

In my fears I am an ocean of sporadic waves; with random intervals of ups and downs, only influenced by the gravity of the moon. My lifespan is unknown, what will become of me, is no longer up to me; it is decided by the ever so strong moon. Will I become a strong tsunami or hurricane, reeking havoc wherever I land? Or shall I be the beautiful waves that attract summer fun? Will people find joy in me, or shall they find misery? No longer is my fate my own decision, It’s up to the ever so strong moon.