Breaking Waves, William Trost Richards (1899)
Palm trees with extended arms wave us on,
As if they are long lost friends we’re to meet.
Sandals in hand we dash across chiffon,
Feeling the welcomed warmth beneath our feet.
Throngs of seagulls welcome us to the shore,
As they fly by looking what is for lunch.
The high rolling waves yelling out their roar,
A gift of new shells they leave in a bunch.
Sun dipped offshore breezes apply calmness,
For the moment making woes go away.
Gladness is invoked as the day passes,
Smiles show we would have it no other way.
The sun and clouds create quite a display,
Sliding softly off the edge of the sea,
Signaling the sad ending of the day,
But the moon above says there’s more to be.