The Sea

The sea is angry tonight.

It churns and thrashes,

Lightning illuminating white froth.

Trying to escape its boundaries,

Sick of its confines,

Tired of being held back.

The sea is sad tonight.

Winds moan softly

As the water gently, mournfully,

Slaps against the rocks.

Its sighs, so quiet, so soft,

Only heard by the fish within.

The sea is calm tonight.

Blue-green waters barely ripple,

Reflecting the red-orange sunrise.

Watching, in awe,

As the sun rises above its surface.

Wishing to do the same.

The sea is resigned tonight.

It knows, it can only stay,

Only stay, no matter what it does.

Not free, but wishing to be.

Feeling like a weighty rock

Plunging into the abyss.