Thunder

The waves crash onto

the sand, singing a

melody of infinite

lands.  The aquatic

sound, That gives

us life, so salty,

yet so important to

our spritual insight.

I sat on the pier,

just the Waves and I,

and through those

waves I heard the

cry.  They wanted me

home, to understand,

all things are theirs,

each one of us,

a grain of sand.  If you

listen to the voice

of the coean waves,

you will hear

that cry, so silent,

like Thunder in the

wind.