I start out as a tiny ripple on the endless, open sea.
Small and insignificant, I can offer only me.
The tide of time pushes me forward, then drags me back again.
But over the years
I brave my fears
To become my own great tidal wave.
My wave; it swells a hundred feet, crests, and then subsides.
It may change from blue to grey but my wave is always mine.
Stormy weather diverts my path
But I always reconnect.
Gathering my power,
By the hour
My wave, I can perfect.
My tiny ripple has found its way
Rolling ever forward.
It lived its life among the stars,
But home is where it travels.