Life’s ancient vessel
She’s as old as time itself
Secrets softly swell
Seeker of tenor
Years go by, she stares and stares
The wisest of all
Driven by her tides
Lap-lapping like a cat’s purr
Sound fills emptiness
She tells stories; Ones
Of nature, beauty, and truth
Even with eyes closed
Crashing with great sighs,
She throws herself forcefully
into jagged rock
She will embrace. But
Approach her with thoughtlessness
Lessons will be taught
She carves her story
In banked sand, waiting for those
Willing to listen