Long ago at the water's edge
As I stared at the tides
The ocean waved at me
The wind played with my hair
A thought came to me
Silly as it may sound
"How will people know
That I was here?"
So I grabbed a stick and scrawled
My name on the shore
Happy that everyone
Will remember me for sure
But the water charged at the shore
Like a bull with horns
And to my horror
My name was gone
So I stopped worrying
If I'll be remembered or not
And felt the cool breeze
The nature, untaught.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
Long ago at the water's edge
As I stared at the tides
The ocean waved at me
The wind played with my hair
A thought came to me
Silly as it may sound
"How will people know
That I was here?"
So I grabbed a stick and scrawled
My name on the shore
Happy that everyone
Will remember me for sure
But the water charged at the shore
Like a bull with horns
And to my horror
My name was gone
So I stopped worrying
If I'll be remembered or not
And felt the cool breeze
The nature, untaught.