Wave Splash

I watched silently in wonder
Breathless waves rushing onto the sand
A little further up and yonder
Then breaking up in sweet surrender

Rushing backwards into the deep
Little waves retreating from land
Returning armed, ready to sweep
Roaring in joy, poised to leap

Like playful children out to play
Curbed by mother's watchful hand
Gently coaxing at the end of day
Resolved to take the last fleeting ray

Complaining, the wavelets go back to sea,
With pleas to take the shoreline grand,
Rising to the moon in a silent plea,
Waiting for the tide with supressed glee!

That lunar pull with a pitch and surge,
Sinew and steel in every strand,
Freedom to rise and driven by urge,
High tide is here to bind and merge!