The harsh winds constantly beat against the sails by night,
Threatening to rip them apart.
The unforgiving midday sun bears down on the sailors,
Promising to bury them in hot humidity.
Eventually the ship docks at port.
No lives lost and a hull that is intact.
The reminders of nature's wrath,
Broken splinters and sunburnt skins,
Sign off as memorabilia
Of all that was; the beauty and strength, the valour and courage.
Trophies that only shine bright.
In the lull after the storm
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