It begins like the sound of unlashing whips
unlicking a soulful retreat
a music akin to tap dancing on sand
this shore that would have been nothing
no more than deep coral heads in time
It is those long waves unrolling
bowing unslaved backward from beating with a harsh crash
not to blast the rounding down grains of ancient rocks
now see them rolling back up home
to stand worshipful and raw in their grown youthful strength
posing a vast vista of grandured views restored
the world grown young again
returned to the beginning of time
the end of age and wear
restored Nature’s fatal farewell to us
Lanning Lee 