THE WAVES
Sometimes clashing do they come
Letting anger beat their drum.
Sometimes gentle as a dove
Bringing hope and peace and love.
The waves returning endlessly
Causing change eventually.
And so like waves, we all must dare
To work for change, to say we care.
To make our point and then retreat
Mixing dreams with those we meet.
The task seems endless, yet we know
The waves can change the rocks the rocks below!
Jean Warren
© Warren Publishing House
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