The moon may be the driver
That controls the moving tide,
But when the wind takes over,
It awakes the force inside.

The elements show no mercy
As they crash upon the shore,
Displaying all their anger,
As they knock upon my door.

Then suddenly, the fury
That caused chaos all around,
Can turn in just an instant,
To bring calm upon the ground.

by John Griffiths

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