CHANGESThe gentle laughter of the waves lapping on the shore,
Different than when a storm rages, waves scream and roar,
One picture is of sweet, gentle peace and loving serenity,
Compared to the angry waves that have crushing ferocity.
Yet both these moods come from the same sky and sea,
Now stop and think for a moment what you want to be.
I have seen the sea on a lovely day, children on the beach,
Splashed, as I jumped over the waves a ball to try and reach,
The sea on that type of day is a friend all caring and kind,
A gentle wind cools the warm air, a nicer place hard to find.

Then the wind can change and the waves leap very high
As the storm comes and big clouds rush across the sky,
I have seen ships struggling the safety of harbour to gain
You could almost hear the wood and metal scream in pain.
The mighty waves crush the stands along the sea shore,
Broken as if match sticks taken from the kitchen draw.
The sea has no control of the different winds that blow,
So cannot help the mood changes that come and go.
But we can, no one or things can make us feel mad
For we are in control whether we are good or bad,
We can be a peaceful sea with gently lapping waves,
The sort of friend who’s willing some souls to save,
A friend who will not change like the shifting sea.
But be constant, gentle, peaceful and loving as can be.

M Ann Margetson March 14, 2002
2002/1940/changes