When the waves form, they rise on high, cresting into shapes that beauty cannot deny.

On a terrace, some waves plunge and they perish, only for them to rise once more. This is eternity, and it is something to adore.

When the sun sets, the moon rises, and the waves continue to form, playing together as eternity’s disguises.

A wave that had surpassed its zenith once asked aloud:

‘why must I return to the ocean? I am me, I ride on high, I have felt as if I could have touched the sky. I have taken comfort from playing with the other waves; some I touched, and others I have embraced. When I cease, what will happen? Will there be a trace? Will this all have been a waste?’

From the depths, the ocean replied:

“My child, I have watched you in secret, and I have loved you; you may forget me, but I forget you not. You have played your part beautifully, but take care not to mistake your notes for my symphony.

From my depths you came, and to them you will return. And when you do, you’ll again learn, of the truths in my twists and turns. You’ll find nothing can be lost here, as it never needed to be found. Thank you for being with me; thank you for moving around.

I dreamt up the sun, moon and the stars to put my love into motion, before that, I was but a still and a lonely ocean. You may not see it, but I have done my absolute best for you; trust I am not cruel, a game seems unfair when one does not know all of the rules. Just enjoy your view, and know that I love you.”

From the tips of its crescendo, the wave cried the most beautiful, bittersweet tears of joy, and fed them back into the ocean. It understood now, and enjoyed the rest of its moments without commotion. It was grateful for what it had learned, and ever since it was peaceful, and looked forward to its return.