Where the sea starts the land ends, of course,
and every walk ahead ends, too.
This way the sea demonstrates its force
by simply being and stopping you.
It never stops sending some waves on shores
retrieving them into the common fold
to push again after a short pause,
at the same time a process new and old.
Only the sky exceeds its size,
sometimes competing for its high position,
when storms insist that they do earn the prize
for the almighty power of transition.