ᴘᴇᴛʀɪᴄʜᴏʀ:ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs

Impetus

In a rush,

the wave rose to its feet,

shouting with a loud voice,

with the hair of foam

to the sea breeze,

grasping with fingers of drops

to the severe rocks:

"I am the impetus, I am nature."