Surrounded by green and blue,
dark and cold.
The violent currents moving everywhere,
throwing everything which
may dare enter its course.
The waves clash into each other,
each not willing to give in to the other.
They fight, throwing their bodies against each other,
pushing as strongly with the most strength they can muster.
The wind blows viciously above the water.
Never tiring, never running out of breath;
Always blowing, cold as death.
The dark grey clouds swirl overhead,
Making the young day look very late.
Frustration held within the roaring oceans,
seas sky and wind the same.
Waiting to burst when the last straw is reached,
Imminent explosion when the fuse is lit.