Whispering Waves

When whispers are heard, there is no need to scream.........

There is a story to tell if you want to hear. The beauty around is telling a story. It is but a whisper. The trees swaying to the tune of the wind is full of stories of its birth as a sapling, its struggle and dream to grow strong and tall, its friendship with birds and butterflies that came and left, its fear and love for man and animals and about their children that grow and flourish as flowers and fruits. All have their story, if you want to listen.

The Ocean has a story too, and they are eager to tell. the waves whisper but Do we listen? 

They are vast, they are endless, yet they say a Hi! with a wave. They are being churned and churned under the strict instructions of the merciless moon yet they seem quiet and peaceful within. There I stood looking at them, waiting for at least one wave to reach my feet and joyous I felt when I saw that the waves were equally eager to reach me. In the coolness of the water was the warmth of their love. They receded without turning away only to come back with more fervor. Each time they returned they rose a little more and each time they came they had a new story.

the first wave said a HI as its water caressed my feet.

the second got a crab with it, said it was a friend from the rocks on   the shore and how they meet every time the wave visits the shore.

the third wave brought with it the salty fragrance of the sea.

the fourth got a piece of a fishing net, and told me how there is plenty of life within its ocean's womb and how we humans are after  it. 

the fifth wave got a sandal and spoke about a feet similar to mine who came visiting and lost a footwear to its care. It told me how they tried returning it back to the humans but no one ever picked it up. They are still trying.

the sixth wave got a lot of litter, from plastic bottles to wrappers, they had a sad story to tell, they spoke of the mess we created. they never kept the gifts of we humans they appreciated only our admiration and hoped that one day we would realize this. 

the seventh got a shell, they said the shell carried the ocean in its heart. They pestered me to listen to the shell's heart, beat in the rhythm of the ocean but I just continued staring at them.

the eight made the crow sitting on the adjacent rock, fly and I saw how birds also visit for food, more so for the food thrown by we humans.

the ninth wave glittered under the rays of sun boasting about its friendship with the magnificent one and how they embrace the sun into their vastness, but what looks like an embrace is but a short term parting and they lovingly wait for its return. 

the tenth came to say a bye, it covered the rocks beneath and told me it's time to go as now was their time to embrace the rocks at the shore into its coolness. So they rose a little higher they waved a little longer and they receded without turning away :)