The white cliffs are brooding
And anxiously tower 
Above the light dancing waves
“Such silliness” they grumble.
“Come dancing” splashes in reply

Their banter repeats again
And again, no resolution appears.
Yet troubled cottage dwellers
Watch nature’s steady rhythm
And breath a sigh of ease.

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