Adamant Waves

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Watch my dear, those adamant waves I see,
The fishes are swimming, let them be,
Waters that tell the tales of the sea,
The large vessels so pretty just like she.

Mankind, very imperfect are they,
Trees that die on smoothened clay,
Beware, for the flood is at bay,
Confetti of storms during the day.

Listen my dear, those adamant waves I hear,
A rage of powerful crash to bear,
Mama, I am but a fragile child,
Believe even when it's mild.

Cupboards shook with a bang,
Golden daylight bells that rang,
Eerie voices, quarrelled and sang,
Bodies of hundreds off in a hang.

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"The lesson that is conveyed in this poem is that nature is wild and very unpredictable; therefore, we cannot control its sheer power, let alone stop it. Especially the mighty waves of the sea that can kill thousands and boats that hurls with one stroke of its watery foams."

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