What countless secrets you carefully keep.
All those stories, archived in watery deep.
Volatile, just a bolt from the sky and you take the bait,
Roaring and breaching, waves surge and undulate.

With a compulsion to ebb and flow,
You churn and dash, crashing on arrival in a foamy, mercurial show.
Ripping and rolling, your power in full stride,
Charging again and again for more spectacular ways to collide.

The monstrous, chaotic perfection of it all, 
Where one day angry and an object of scorn, you are like a wall.
Yet, next day, mild and inviting as you tenderly kiss the shore,
Each wave lapping in a gesture for friendship, an open door.

When calm and crystal-clear, refreshment you espouse.
You charm and delight and deliver the occasional, playful douse.
Hues of blue and green and sprays of white,
And a perfect horizon for the moon to sit on at night.

Still, sometimes in your froth and fury, you lay bare one of your secrets,
Revealing more about the past than just storybook pirates.
Unbridled and reckless, constant and seductive,
A body of contrasts, one part tranquil and one part explosive.

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