Growing Up

A young wave,
With light blue waters
Daintily rolling upon the sand,
With an air of confidence like no other.

Down the shore,
A ferocious tide,
With darkness deeper than a soul,
Crashing upon the shore with a thunderous roar;
Screaming its infamy for all to see;
Outshining the young wave with purpose,
Supposedly for growth;
Demeaning the young waters to worthlessness.

The tide changes and the rolling young waves come to a halt
Instead there is an ominous dark tide lining the edge of the beach,
Punching the shore rather than caressing it.
Age defeats youth.

Lil' Imagination