Crescent Tides: The New Hope of Wave Energy
Poem by Julien Article by May Where shores stretch far and wide, And ocean waves crash side by side, There lies a force both wild and free, Waiting to be harnessed, yet to be. This ancient power, born of wind and tide, Could fuel tomorrow, leaving fossil fuels to subside. Imagine it – a world without exhaust pipes high, Without carbon footprints that darken the evening sky. Pioneers like those at PacWave dare to dream, Tapping wave energy's limitless scheme. Their work, a beacon on the coast so bright, Guiding us toward a cleaner, braver fight. As crescent moons reflect upon the sea, So shall our actions mirror destiny. Will we ride the waves of progress, bold and true? Or falter, lost, amidst the undertow anew? With every surge of surf, a promise unfolds, Of a brighter future, where our planet grows old. Let us seize the moment, grasp the wave's mighty hand, And chart a course toward a greener land. In an era marked by mounting concern over climate change and dwindling reserve...