Only a surfer knows the feeling
When the weather is so still
There's an aura in his perception
That shines within his will
And when he gazes across the sky
To identify his wondering sense
His thoughts ponder on the ocean
And the swells that arrive from hence
So when he stands on the beach
And eyes a mirrored sea
And the uniformity of the waves
Are as perfect as they can be
And even though they maybe small
It worries him at all not
Because the beauty is in the stillness
As he saturates the lot.......