Atlantics Revenge

Sent forward
By an enduring tide,
Wanting to recover her land,
A rumbling assembly of riotous waves
Loom against the horizon
Displaying her voluminous depths

Urgent, unstoppable sea
Retaining all that's passed,
Possessively floods her bed
Levels unequal ground,
Where concrete terrains are replaced
With just
And rightful
Blue.

The old sun spies
On the waters rise
Its multiplying reflections;
As clear
As the tides intention,
To complete the globe.