From the waves to the Beach...

You are the shore
Tender, yet steadfast:
Nourishing lives,
Enabling livelihoods;
While cradling my perennial fleets,
Bearing the garbage from my within:
My Complaints and whines,
About kids and adults,
Who witness
My aggressive rush to touch,
And more aggressive swift shy away,
From your infinitely patient hold.
You don't gasp,
You don't stammer,
You don't shiver,
'cos you know yourself.
Yet, How unfortunate:
It's always the majestic roars
The world admires,
And not the silently, steadfast patience.