Oho, I finally discovered the wonders of the acrostic poem. I didn't think much of it at first, 'cos…well, it's kiddy. But I found out that it's really fun. Forgive me, this is mainly nonsense and drabble-ness, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Southern Waters
Songs from a thousand seashores cross, from many skies, in the south
Over the rapid tides, the doldrums, the every whim and hue of this wide blue world—
Unbidden and free, an ocean of magnificence, carrying upon its waves a myriad of wonders
Truth in its voice, the true call of nature in the waves
Hallowed high upon the musty world of man, unforgiving man
Even the winds cannot contain or direct, the sun shrink of destroy
Rain's cup, filled to the brim like a clay pot being stirred—
No amount of devastation may cause it change, or deviation from its absolute power—for it, in itself, is the master of devastation.
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Waves, yet, hold a single city—a single settlement that is one with the waters
And the great ocean bears it upon its tides, a nest upon water, where man may stand.
The pathways undulate on the azure currents, merged into the sky—the ocean holds it upon its back, granting it an immaculate vies of nature's soul
Endless stretches of sapphire that never seem to conclude, a view that makes one feel so…small. Insignificant. It is but the truth in vision.
Raging waves that care not for mankind's presence, nor for its impact on the world and universe, and our disruption of the eternal pattern…
Sparing, yet, one single town. One single construction of wood. A fragile town upon the southern waters.
HAHA that was utter nonsense. I just had the urge to do an acrostic.