The Mighty Waves

The mighty waves crash against the shore,
A symphony of sound that we adore.
Their rhythmic dance, a sight to see,
As they ebb and flow endlessly.

The salty spray, a misty veil,
As the waves rise high and then exhale.
Their power immense, their force untamed,
A reminder of nature’s unbridled game.

With each crash, they shape the land,
And leave behind their sandy brand.
The mighty waves, a force to behold,
A story of nature that will never grow old.

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