Toes in the sand
Hermit ***** scooting by,
Afraid to come out of its shell
The tide comes in
Burying the hermit ***** in its presence
The wind shaking each palm tree
I look out to the ocean
The water crashing on the shore
It first screams at me
Then it calms
The screams turn to whispers
The wind stops howling
Peace.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Toes in the sand
Hermit ***** scooting by,
Afraid to come out of its shell
The tide comes in
Burying the hermit ***** in its presence
The wind shaking each palm tree
I look out to the ocean
The water crashing on the shore
It first screams at me
Then it calms
The screams turn to whispers
The wind stops howling
Peace.