The wind howls fierce, the sea untamed,
Waves rise and fall, no course proclaimed.
Chaos dances, wild and free,
Yet all returns to silent sea.
Foam and fury crash and roar,
Breaking hard upon the shore.
Yet in retreat, they softly glide,
No longer bound by wrath or pride.
Storms may churn the water deep,
Shaking all that once was steep.
But even tempests lose their might,
Dissolving in the morning light.
The wave that strikes, the wave that soars,
Knows not its fate upon the shores.
But when it fades, it leaves no mark,
Just endless ocean, calm and dark.
So too, the mind, when storms arise,
Rages loud with wailing cries.
Yet in stillness, all subsides,
Returning home to quiet tides.
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