Born thousands of ocean miles away, it has travelled far to arrive on this beach. Through sun and storm, cold and warm, to a destiny set by the moon.
At last, the welcoming shore of the new land.
Now the wave grows, swells, liquid but solid, dark green, lifting higher to a sharpening edge.
Now a tiny spray starts on its peak before it topples over with its own powerful weight. It is suddenly white and cascading; crashing down on itself and sucking out energy.
Now it runs forward, flat, ever weaker, until it’s a patch of ragged lace on the sand, only to be pulled back into the sea.
Just like that it is over, it’s gone.
But Mother Ocean goes on; for her, it is never over. She is infinite, and as beautiful as each of her waves.
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