Dark clouds begin to gather
Calm waters start to stir
Our sails begin to flutter
Distant horizons become a blur
The Ocean waves they keep on growing
Continue to batter our tiny boat
As the rain keeps on falling
We try desperately to keep afloat
In our struggle against our foe
Nature’s fury duly cast
This storm seems never ending
As every second might be our last
But in this battle we would claim victory
As we braved the angry sea
And offer praise to guardian spirits
For another day we live to see
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Great poem
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Thanks for reading and commenting
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Not a worry 🙂 Looking forward to more
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