Splashing Water

“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell

Splashing Water

Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed
It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same
For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance
The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt
As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even
Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving
In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components
Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited
Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in
There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high
On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters
And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home