Crimson Tidal Surge

In the depths of the ocean, a wave stirs, A force both fierce and serene, it occurs. With every crest, a story unfolds, Of power, of beauty, young and old. The sun sets low, casting a glow, Orange and red, the sky does grow. The clouds, a canvas, dark and bright, Reflecting the turmoil, the peaceful night. The wave, a dancer, wild and free, A moment's beauty, for you and me. In its curve, a tale is told, Of nature's fury, of a story to be hold. A moment captured, in time and space, A memory to cherish, a wondrous place.