Jolene Mwelu

Jolene Mwelu, eyes on the shore,

Watches the ocean's rhythmic roar.

Waves crash and churn, a salty spray,

Secrets they keep come what may.

Sun-drenched sands, a turquoise sheen,

Bathers alight, a vibrant scene.

But Jolene knows, with a knowing smile,

The tide's retreat reveals a while.

Those who dared to shed their guise,

Naked and free beneath sunlit skies.

The ocean's embrace, a fleeting delight,

Exposed by the ebb of fading light.

So Jolene ponders, with wisdom untold,

Truths are unveiled when waters grow cold.

The depths we conceal, the masks we hold,

The tide's retreat, a story unfolds.