The sea, and its fury are both one of the same

The force is so powerful it lacks nothing but a name

The smooth waves crash on the rocks near the bay

The sea, being so furious for it never has its own way

The smells, the sounds, the little oyster mounds

The water, the air, the sea but never cares

The rocks, the shells, shaped like tiny bells

The sunset & me, no-one else but the sea...