“A great wave with white foam curling against ancient pine trees along a…”

“The great wave is bold, yet its frothy white crest lacks the whisper of dawn’s breath. My gentle perspective would soften such power, letting the pine road and”

“The wave lacks my spirit! Its great curl hungers for fury, yet the white froth is too timid, too pretty. True foam must claw the sky like dragon claws. You mix my bold line with softness, but the wave’s soul drowns in gentle dawn.”