Vibrations, repetitions, waves,
They stroke, caress, lull.
But at times a tsunami in anger
Will destroy, topple, slash.

Not only on the seashore,
In the economy, in politics, in fates —
They’ll wash away, lick away what was built,
Leave tears and grief.

Rhythms soothe, people grow used to them,
It would seem that’s enough —
They protect.
But they also teach —
In earthquakes and in storms they bring experience.