The waves BY John King
 
        Waves
 
BY  John  king
 
Waves are beautiful,
when they curl and roll,
searching the ocean,
the beach, is there goal.
When the wind blows,
they turn white,
this can be a frightening sight!
They reflect the colors of the sky,
And the hot sun until it dies.
They toss empty shells
onto the beach.
and leave the live ones
just out of reach.
Driven by the storms,
they tare up the land.
makeing rocks smooth and
moving sand.
surfers like them
big or small,
rideing them until they fall.
I go to the ocean,
when I am loanly
or depressed.
Just watching them,
makes my mind,
 and body rest.