The ocean wave, made out of the basic element of nature which nourishes all lives on earth, itself nourishes the basic form of life-the plankton. Glimmering under the enchanting light of the sky, it shows no respect to the rest of the world, but only succumbing to the breath of air. Relying on other forces of nature, it propagates with seemingly no purpose. But it also understands, only by sacrificing its own will, both sides will survive. Calm as we can see, it is capricious. Lending the power of the wind, it blasts relentless energy. Not the sharpest blade can cut through it. Not the brightest mind understands it. And not the fastest boat is able to escape from it. We, the lord of all, witlessly stand at the peak, and scorning at all the subservient. But we not knowing how we can be easily destructed by the most basic of nature, devoured into the darkness of the bottom ocean floor. The ocean wave, simple as it is, contains an intricate beauty.
