Reassurance Through Different Currents

Waves crashing against glossy barnacled rocks.
Each one different edge, different texture, waves cleansing them natures detox.
Some higher than others only small amounts of barnacles looking like a child with chicken pox.
others deeper crusted with time and exposure resembling early aged cases of smallpox.
The waves battling the disease as hard as they can only to be sent upward towards the docks.
Whether it be low tire or kings' tide, ocean life trying to help the barnacles just mock.
but they do not know that a collective has grown between the waves, the animals, even the rocks.
For all of these things and beings grow tired of this infection that corrupts and infects a diseased flock.
So, they band together entity's that only knew each other by nature's course passing each other like hands on a clock.
Cleansing thee oldest first despite the old rocks saying save the young rocks our time is coming by a tick and a tock.
But the ocean had spoken so that no one thing is valued more than the other, so save all in a single shot.
So, a hurricane came to pass, turtles no longer fast, waves pounding crash, all o save the rocks with what i would call natures flint lock.