The Surf

The Surf

Swift as the wind,
Salty is the breeze,
Playing on the beach,
Standing on my knees.

To surf is real,
Paddling away,
The water is cool,
That's what I feel.

When of the water's wolf [orca],
And one of the pod,
Vicarious is nature,
For me to swim.

Amongst the palm trees,
Nestled by the beach,
The tide rolls in,
Then it's gone again.