Sounds of the Sea

The salty mist hangs in the air,

As the waves gently caress the sand.

It starts off gentle and slow,

With few crescendos and decrescendos.

Filling the air with a soft song.

But the composer waves his baton,

And the largamente tempo speeds up.

The thousands of salty drops speed up,

Crescendoing as they play.

The waves crash onto the sand now,

Flinging their salty mist into the air.

The dogfight has begun.

The waves race louder and louder now,

All fighting to be heard,

the sounds crashing against each other.

“High tide!” they sing out,

As the waves climb up the silky sand.

But then, as quickly as it began,

The Director reigns the musicians back in,

And the music slowly fades

Back into low tide.