Waves on the Rock

Ocean waves strike the rock,

with force and ferocity.

Some times it chips off a block,

as a sign of its audacity.

Some times it strikes mild,

and is broken over the rock.

Sometimes it rages wild,

ruthlessly as the hawk.

For centuries it has done so,

but the rock has stood firm.

It has refused to stoop low

under any condition or term.

All the waves could manage,

is leave some mark on its 'hide'

but the rock has embraced the savage,

taking even the wave in its stride.

The waves could only touch

the rock’s height and halo,

but could never stick as much,

so as not to fall below.

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