when the sun hits the water
it hisses.
to be remembered
the moon hides
as not to be taken advantage of
crimson cratered berries
cause mercy to be begged for
by the consumer
a paradise proximity to nature
when no one is watching
a bird’s eye view of tomorrow
never changing
churning aqua
as it gently caresses the line of shore
vomiting up shells and rocks
for little hands to collect
and forget
darkness consumes the earth
as it is plunged into night
the stars are punched out of the black sky
the remains silently showering the universe
as the waves hit the sand
Goodnight.