It was a roadside of a big city
Beautiful but none the less dirty.
Sitting on the stone were four
looking toward the calm shore.
We wondered how the moon
Can pull water so soon
And each and every wave
Was Moon's gravity crave.
We thought how such calm can suddenly erupt
And all this peace it can disrupt.
The moon listened to this
how we questioned its fame
And hid behind a cloud in shame.
The breaze russled our hair
As we felt the cool sea air.
Doubts were cast
On how the tsunami can take lives so fast.
Listening to all this it thought
It should vanish now better than not.
Our brains thought about swimming
When it saw the water- silver and shimmering.
As the world allowed us a glimpse of nature
I could see it was tricking us
As the background was filled with buildings of tall stature.
Was all hope lost
As we saw the water's edges being tossed?
Waiting for something we four
Sat on this dirty but quiet shore.
Who knows what the sea is cooking
Maybe we might be its next ingredient in picking?