the smirk creeping behind
vertical shafts of wooden surmise
pale pastel gold, deep blushing orange
faint impressions of stars
like a single bead of sand
toppled onto the white washed beach
where the pink coral tore wreckage
trees uprooted, a hawk nested
absent of a human presence
for some artifacts man cannot know
that the sun is beautiful
and the sea cries remorseful
the wind a living organism
the pink coral skeletons
and a new day's rise
a blessing in disguise