Waves Crash

Title: Waves Crash

Author: Stephanos

Waves crash against the shore,

Spray flies up, no pattern and no form.

Can we impose order on the spray?

Can we force it into columns, into rows?

Nature is,

For Nature knows.

And like the spray, how can we see

Our right it be to bind the soul?

So like the spray,

Forged by all that it has known.

Indeed how can we presume, or dare,

To place in iron shackles this golden thing?

To tear with swords

We call the "Law" at it's gossamer wings?

Nature knew that this was not How it was meant to be.

But we are blind, have gone astray,

And must return to watch the sea.