Oh, watch the waves, their rolling sounds
Whiteness at the break, turning, twisting
Flowing, tumbling, such roaring they make
Carving their white way with crushing force
See our twisting lives spread before us
Bound and tossed like heavy waves
Ground and crunched on rolling sand
By sun and rain, swells and calms
Dwelt and scanned with petty moments
Raked by salt, brushed and polished by wind,
Our eager lives, lived and shaped by ripping sand.
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