A roar, a crash
A sudden water splash
The sea, the mighty sea,
Crashing on fragile thoughts.
A girl in torn kurtas,
Her oversized dress,
Almost falling apart by the wind,
That blows in her face.
Her curls flying with the wind
A dusty smile on her face.
She looks straight
To the horizon, where the sky greets the sea.
Why is she amazed, has she never seen this?
But she seems a local, this a common scene.
No! The sea is never static, never the same,
With the evening light, an Evening sea,
With the northern winds, a Northern Windy sea.
The sea forever alone and waiting,
And she, an only friend to the sea.