The sea

An oxymoron, a living contradiction,
Where logic and emotion collide.
A dark night, a peaceful sea,
Who can know the pebbles that churn underneath?

A stormy sea, the crashing waves,
That come one after another.
It looks so powerful, so mighty,
But upon reaching the shore, it breaks.

Layer upon layer of rough sand,
Smoothed by the rushing waters,
That come without fail,
But always return to their rightful place.

The sea, so friendly at times,
Yet so fearful in it's stormy rage.
A rocking ship, it's passengers in fright,
Awaiting the return of the sunny skies.

A cycle repeated, day after day,
Forming the years of our lives.
Forcing us to struggle to remain afloat,
Until at last we're rewarded,
As the sun pokes through the clouds.