It keeps coming.

In waves.

In waves and waves.

It looms and batters.

It bends and destroys.

It keeps coming.

In waves.

In waves and waves.

It’s ominous and powerful.

It’s monstrous and repetitive.

It keeps coming.

In waves.

In waves and waves.

I see it coming.

I know it’s near.

The ebb and flow.

The retreat and crash.

Life.

It keeps coming.

In waves.

In waves and waves.

It brings goodness from the deep.

Leaves destruction in its wake.

It keeps on coming.

In waves.

In waves and waves.

But I am the shore.

Unmovable.

Changeable.

But unmovable.

I am Timi