The gentle waves brush against the sand,
But the other waves, they seem so grand,
The sound is most soothing,
The feel is most cooling,
Crashing against the rocks with such force,
It's hard to predict the course,
Seagulls fly overhead,
Maybe some eagles too,
An island not far away,
Lies just beyond the sea,
Take a swim,
It may seem grim at times,
So take a few dimes with you,
You might think you knew,
That a jellyfish could pop out from nowhere,
You take a dive deep under where you were before,
When you reach the beach again,
You take a pen and write,
I SHALL NEVER FIGHT,
Jellyfish, you add.
About the Creator
Rigved Vanga
Well I write about things?
That I'm interested in
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