Waves

The waves never get tired of hitting the sand. The wind never gets tired of blowing. The sound of nature plays forever and never gets tired of listening to itself. The wave, the wind, the sound, they're not really a thing. They're just movement. Just energy being carried on through matter. The wave can't exist without water; the wind can't exist without air; the sound can't exist without matter. They're nothing but a manifestation of matter. Yet they're quite a thing. The wind lifts up a frigatebird on the sea; the waves make up the surfer's pathway; the sound warns the prey of the presence of the predator. They're a lot more powerful than you can imagine. After all, they're energy that modifies the matter. The water, the air, they're just puppets in the hands of the energy that generates the waves and the wind. And they work nonstop. The day goes by and the sun hides itself in its cave beyond the sea, but the waves keep on whipping the rocks. And the wind keeps on ruffling the leaves. And lifting the frigatebird.