The bigger picture
The wavelet had frolicked for hours that day
with no cause at all to be wary
when met by a vision just metres away
so dire and so terribly scary.
A larger wave surging from somewhere behind
could sense little wave’s consternation.
It said, “You look anxious and if you don’t mind
let’s pause for a brief conversation”
“But look at that beach and you’ll see what’s in store,”
said little wave, helplessly crying.
“Those waves up ahead have all crashed on the shore.
I tell you, we waves are all dying!”
The little wave quivered in utter despair.
“I’m frightened to death,” it persisted .
“I know I’ll expire on that sand over there
with nothing to show I existed.”
“Relax”, said the larger wave, “go with the flow,
there’s no need for all this commotion.
You’re not a forgettable ripple, you know…
you’re part of a beautiful ocean.
Jenny said: This poem is based on a tale told by Morrie Schwartz in the book, “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom.