Out of chaos
comes a dancing wave,
a rustling flow of wind
bringing fresh, new breath,
broken up into smaller wavelets
frolicking to its heart’s content.
Touching here, touching there,
licking here, licking there,
leaving traces of foam
on smiling faces.
Out of chaos
comes expected change,
hoped for difference,
longed for lasting freshness.
Foam builds up to become
a huge building,
a castle,
a fortress of protection.
