Three Waves

Three waves washed up from the sea,

Three waves, and one of the three

Lashed out in attempt to land,

And died on a lonesome strand.

The second followed the first,

And swallowed the strand in its thirst,

Then perished before it could reach

The uppermost parts of the beach.

The third, in a smoother way,

Came up where a sea form lay

And drew it out to the deep,

Where sea things and caravels sleep.