Rocks and Ocean
I stood on the cliffs
And watched the ocean tumbling in.
It was high-tide.
And the sea rumbled and roared around the rocks.
And it seemed that the rocks were mothers
And the sea-weeds were children that clung to them.
The sea leaped higher and higher,
An army of waves,
Reaching out long white hands
To tear the children from the breast of the mothers.
But the weeds clung tighter
And the rocks stood in the midst of the warring waters,
Silent and strong.
And watched the ocean tumbling in.
It was high-tide.
And the sea rumbled and roared around the rocks.
And it seemed that the rocks were mothers
And the sea-weeds were children that clung to them.
The sea leaped higher and higher,
An army of waves,
Reaching out long white hands
To tear the children from the breast of the mothers.
But the weeds clung tighter
And the rocks stood in the midst of the warring waters,
Silent and strong.
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