Waves in the water may leave one wondering,

Why the once lazy water turned into a fury of focused and vengeful foam,

Which swirls over the mind, lulling the senses to a dull emotion,

Twirling the dizzy mist into a ghostly green.

Suddenly a tired snarl,

Erupts from the very heart of the water.

As the tide slows down,

Energy is a distant memory,

And the tail glides back into the current,

As the water settles and is silent once more.