Waves crash white in the offshore swell
Foam and roaring glory
Spent and slack they roll as well
On smooth sand transitory
They lap around a lonely stone
Fluctus de minimis non curat
In sand it stands proud alone
Aloof transcendent obdurat
As the water ebbs and flows
Around the boulder's stony toes
In miniature I see once more
All the tiny wavelets roar
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