Charge of Themselves

I see a sea of colors, the tide constantly moving and changing by the charge of the moon.
I see a sea of frowns, no satisfaction.
I see a sea of reserved people, waiting, and waiting more.
A bright light outshined it all;
It sang a melody so pristine and fine.
The sun came out, emblazoning the water with sparkles that penetrated the dark.
I see a sea of confident people, protesting, and protesting more.
I see a sea of smiles, much satisfaction.
I see a sea of colors, moving and changing by the charge of themselves.

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