Waves churned and water crashed

A rowboat, on the ocean, thrashed

Skies were calmer, to the east

But to the west, there hailed a beast

Clouds of black had filled the sky

No chance for those aboard to try

To make it to land, safely ashore

Seems the boat, could take no more

Winds attacked, from every angle

In the storm, the timbers mangled

Caught, upon the choppy seas

The ocean tossed it, as it pleased

All that remained, was a beacon of light

That shined, ever brightly, into the night

 

 

March Writing Prompt:  Billowy Breezes – Day 11/31

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