Waves

I stand with my feet in the sand, Observing the waves as they move in, Time and again. They come at the rock in a workman like manner to execute their call. The waves roll and smash in a cacophony of foam,s ound and splash, The goal set before them seems insurmountable , with each blow he retreats from his failure - but only long enough to gather the fortitude to launch another assault . It knows the rock is harder and tougher , presenting a challenge like no other and back again it comes more determined each time as he draws from every prior attempt. Again he pounds , retreats,and again ; to move against the rock- each time the gains are minute but in perseverance and constant repetition the battery continues. The waves are moved by result as the sand piles up on the beach