I think the drive is what I love the most, Not the breaking, Or the crashing, Or the receding, But the drive.   When the waves are approaching, Pushing against the rocks, Or the reef, Or the sand. Jumping and surfing, Rolling and curving, Becoming larger and larger. As the waves become taller, As they approach the shore, That is what I love the most.   When the light is reflected of the top of the wave, And sea spray comes off the white wash, And the crest, And the back, That is what I love the most.   When you can hear them, Just before the 'boom', there is a roar, A growl that tells you to get out of the way, Watch your feet, Lift you dress, Mind the wave. When a wave is so powerful, And the drive is so strong, And the crash is so loud. That is what I love the most.   A phenomenon, With a noise that makes you hairs stand on end, A wonder that is so beautiful, Yet asserts so much power. That is what I love the most. [video width="960" height="960" mp4="https://9grace.edublogs.org/files/2016/07/IMG_4431-1cg3cq2.mp4" loop="true" autoplay="true" preload="auto"][/video]

Kalbarri Back Beach (with my dog, Fibi)

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So, a bit of a shorter post this time. I just really wanted to post something before I got too busy with work and Zest Festival stuff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the little poem and the GIF that I made.

That's all from me for now.

Yours faithfully,

Grace.