The waves come lapping at first,
young, weak and misleading.
They show not the tempest that brews,
the ferocity of the waves as they come crashing.
The winds whisper through a breeze,
soothing, gentle and sly.
Their voices only an echo of their howls,
with hurricane strength they devastate.
Do not be fooled by the calm, for often, it bellies the potential for a storm.
Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.
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