The waves are breaking on the shore <br />The stormy seas a savage roar, <br />Like thunder in the clouds they roam <br />Crashing curving crowned with foam, <br />The wind is fierce and unrelenting <br />And shears the waves its anger venting, <br />The air is wet with saline rain <br />Which falls onto the shingle plain. <br /> <br />The tide is high and growing higher <br />Clouds like with seas on fire, <br />And only time will douse this flame <br />The savage beast it soon will tame, <br />A ray of light breaks through the slate <br />And shines upon the sea of hate, <br />Which now becomes a shade of green <br />And sparkles with a silver sheen. <br /> <br />Sun and spray a rainbow forming <br />Morning chill is slowly warming, <br />The sea from green to blue is ranging <br />Never still and always changing, <br />The crashing waves are fading fast <br />For now the storm is moving past, <br />And so the clouds begin to rise <br />And drift across the calming skies. <br /> <br />The tide begins its slow retreat <br />And sinking slowly in defeat, <br />A line of weed now stains the beach <br />That marks the point the sea did reach, <br />The mighty wind now blown away <br />The sky is blue no longer grey, <br />And waves now gently lap the shore <br />The raging tempest is no more.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waves-are-breaking/
