Surfing poem

Towering high and frothing free
The water rushed in a living wall
A powerful mass of leaping surf
Drops of water splashed and sprayed
And sole in the water
Small in the water
A surfer waited alone.

An army of many charged together
Wave after wave of surging power
Chased by the wind, by typhoon brought hither
Together they charged, wild and free
And tiny in the water
Frail in the water
A surfer waited alone.

Wind inspired them and set them free
Free with the joy and spark of the sea
Water drove them and gave them purpose
An unstoppable destiny and righteous fate
But down in the water
Tiny and weak
A surfer waited alone

He waited for the one, the king of the waves
That towered o’er the rest with majesty and glory
Thundering forward with a deafening roar
A mughty surge on the whind whipped sea

And alone in the wature
Miniscule on the sea
A surfer scrabbled in haste

He turned and paddles with frantic energy
An hitched a ride on the majestic wave
Which leant him its power, its speed, it’s thrill
As it leapt joyously to the jagged reef.

Alternative ending 1

And alone on the wave
Riding the barrel
A surfer flew in exstasy

Alternative ending 2
And smashed on the rocks
Ripped by the coral
A body floated alone