Catching Out to Sea

Three boys

And a lady at shore

Everyone proving their worth

Catching waves and sun rays

Topping of applause

Will I be the one

To catch a wave?

Hopeful praise and

Countless jesters

To impress

The only one to

Catch is being

Just a part of

A whistle, bristle

Start of vast

And vicious circle

Destined to send you

Into a laughing

You beauty

Clapping for you

Just to get to sea

And share that part

Of being

While the water finishes

His travel to the dry land

The rocks and ocean

Gather up

Also clapping for the

Master illusion of catching waves

Each using one hand

Together setting again for new

Braves