Crisp, cool breath of the world awakening the urge to glide upon the
earth's tears.
I attach myself to my chariot of adrenaline and barge through to the salty
Powerful and strong your arms are,
Knocking me to the ground.
Your groundlings scuffling from underneath me.
I rescue my courage to try to conquer you.
Slight movement at your top gently yet quickly forming a swelling mountain
of power and strength.
I finally paddle and force every bit of energy to over power you.
At last, I lasso the mighty whitewash stallion.
Gripping for dear life, I stand.
Knowing I conquered only one of your giants.
I am the surfer and you are my wave.