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This is the older version, yes I know it is grammaticaly incorrect in places THere was a plan.
Tsunami is a large tidal wave if u dint know



My poem entry to Hidden qualities:



Her spirit lays,

Immortalised,

With gentle waters,

Bubbling surf,

A salty breeze,

Its Crisp and fresh.



Once right here,

On pebbles smooth,

She sat and stared,

At gathering storm,

White horses leap,

With frothy manes



And Mount a great stockade,

This tempest loomed,

From waters deep,

Tsunami rose again,

His great head arched,

Bolts towards the Earth.



Great wall of water,

Its Sprinting forth,

Murderous mind,

Towards the stony shore,

Where my Mother sat,

Watching Tsunami tall,



The great wave crashed,

Noise like bombs,

Engulfing all below,

Rocks torn up,

Cries Faded away,

Toppled to the ground.



Beach left bare,

No plants nor life,

Tsunami struck again.

In this place rests a soul,

Beauty of the ocean blue,

In silence waits again.



My mothers spirit,

Now gently calls,

Hear her in the breeze,

For on that rock,

She sat and watched,

Tsunami rise again.