The grandeur lay latent,
behind its silently receding waves.
The calmness and serenity is what it chose.
It’s ferocity is not hidden
From any of those eyes admiring it’s tranquillity.
Every sense indulged in its beauty is aware,
if awaken it could devour the concrete creations,
Along with those hands building them,
leaving no trace of their existence.
Yet, it chooses the peaceful swishing of the silent waves
Over the destructive lasing of the massive rolls of water.
