The Great Wave

Beneath the looming wave roar,

a fury curved by Hokusai’s hand, 

the ocean rise, like a beast unbounded,

its claws reached to crush the fragile land.

Foams froth like wild, wintry snow, 

raging tempest of swirling blizzard,

while fisherman, mere specks of will,

cling to their work beneath the sky.

Mountain Fuji waits, stood, afar,

a witness to the storm’s ballet,

its silence a sharp contrast,

to the wave’s thunderous blast.

Here, the wave both life and death,

a paradox shaped by ink and brush.

the waves surges forth to grown the shore,

then still in an everlasting hush.