ode to surfing

How the waves call to me
The salty sea spray, the endless blue
A challenge to be met, a thrill to see
The rush of the water, the freedom too

For many, surfing is more than a sport
It’s a way of life, a passion deep within
The chance to commune with nature’s court
To ride the wave and let the journey begin

The same love can be found in skiing and snowboarding
A yearning for adventure, a desire to be free
The exhilaration of carving through fresh powder
And the beauty of being in harmony with the sea

But surfing is more than just a rush
It’s a connection to the ocean, to the earth
A way to slow down, to be mindful, to hush
To find a sense of peace and of worth

The challenges of surfing are endless
From the timing of the waves to the strength of the wind
But the rewards are also boundless
The feeling of triumph, the joy of being in

So here’s to surfing, to the love it brings
To the camaraderie of the waves and the sun
To the feeling of floating, of soaring on wings
And to the sense of freedom that can never be undone.