maelynslavik

The wind whips across the waves,
Howling, and whistling,
Ringing in my ears.
It blows closely to the water,
Not giving it any choice
But to give in,
And roll along the surface.
It washes away the clouds,

The sand parts beneath my feet,
making way for my stance,
knowing that I am stronger.

The cool waves lap at my feet,
rushing over the skin,
knowing I need relief from the sand
that feels as hot as the sun.

My legs launch of the block,
At the sound of the buzzer.
I glide smoothly into the water,
Forming delicate splashes,
And tiny waves.
My feet kick,
Pushing and pulling the water.
My arms haul me forward,

Lightning flashes,
Streaking bright yellow
Across the sky.
Thunder booms,
Rattling your brain,
Shaking your view.
The clouds let it out,
After bottling up the rain
And precipitation.
The sky is gloomy,

My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been. 
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands,

My bike tires whir,
Moving along the dirt.
They grip the rocks and roots,
Saying their hellos and goodbyes,
Pushing me forward.
The grass and mud fights the force,
But the bike persists. 
It holds its own,