THE UNSEEN QUIET WAR

Since the dawn of time, 
The land and the sea, 
Stood together, waging 
Their unseen quiet war.

Breaking the silence 
Waves crashing the shore, 
With precision of time 
Passing on a clock.

Every nine seconds, 
Another crest forms, 
Then gaining its speed 
Before its demise.

As if hiding shame, 
Accepting defeat, 
Crawling back again, 
Towards depths of the sea.

Only to attempt, 
One final effort, 
Even knowing its 
Own fate beforehand.

Without forgiving, 
The cycle repeats, 
As the land smiles, 
At the sea’s weakness.

Life’s lessons unlearned, 
Ever determined, 
In overcoming, 
With repeat attempts. 

Watching each next wave, 
Take back its own land, 
Returning it all, 
Back to the sea’s depth.

Whispering last words, 
Muted by the waves, 
Drowning the quiet, 
Neither ever knew.

Tasting the salt air, 
With each gentle breeze, 
The land holds steady 
The sea surrenders.

In one last attempt, 
With its strength worn thin, 
The sea rebounds 
Yielding once again.

The sea’s breaking waves, 
Keep their old rhythm, 
Surrendering softly, 
As they always will.