A Spur From The Surf

Every evening sitting near the shore,

I gaze on the blue waves, hear them roar.

Amidst a group of white clumps of the sky,

Lays down a sheet of the turquoise pie.

Dancing like a teenage girl,

They readily bump each other and take a twirl.

The searing waves know their end is near,

Still, they caress the shore, without any fear.

I discover something new in every of my visit,

You should not give up on life hardships.

The brine, the surges, engulfed in salty crystals,

Instruct me to stride, whisking my squabbles in every bristle.