Undertow

Not really a poem but the closest type. Written for our Spring Concert.

The roaring water beats against the sandy beach.  A fast speeding whirlpool can be seen in the distance.  High waves keep rising far out into the ocean.  Everyone stands by simply in awe of the fact that just a few moments ago this was a peaceful scene.  The sea animals under the water are use to this type of thing but still it places them in a sudden uproar.  In just a few moments, the shore and the ocean will be back to its peaceful state which is such a beauty.  Soon the undertow will pass.