The Calm and The Storm -a poem

The calm, sweet aroma of peace

The water; calmly crashing on the rocks

The sweet, scent of the salty sea breeze

The peace as the tide comes in and rolls out

A never-ending function

Back and forth,

To the shore and fro

The bright, peaceful sunshine;

As it shines and warms the skin

The blue sky, the peaceful sight

The sun rises and sets;

Not asking why

It follows it's orders and function

Day after day,

Up and down;

To the rise and to the set

Clouds begin to cover the sky,

They invade the peaceful sight;

Replacing the warmth

Temperature drops,

The wind picks up;

Not asking why

The tide comes in,

Quicker and faster;

Then rolls back out

The sun hasn't set,

It's still up there;

Covered and blocked by the clouds;

The sun dares not ask why

It's just doing its job,

As well as the clouds

The water is no longer calm

The rocks are quickly feeling the impact of the sea

They take hits

With every blow,

The rocks still know not to ask why

The force and the pressure of the tide

Violently crashes on the shore

Pound after pound on the sand;

But yet, the sand still dares not ask why

Thunder begins to rumble through the sky

Streaks of lightening flash through the clouds;

But the clouds do not ask why,

Nature does not ask why

Why try?

Why should I?

Droplets of water fall through the clouds

Faster and quicker;

The rain falls from the sky

Like sharp, fast nails, falling,

Hitting the ground;

But the ground does not ask why

Tomorrow's a new day

The sun will set and rise

But for today, there's a storm in the sky

The storms come,

But the calm will return

The storm will clear,

The peace will return,

The sky will be blue again,

The sun will shine it's peaceful warmth again;

Not asking why

-Nick Wolf 6/26/2013