Foaming waves roll in from the sea And explode into millions of droplets Creating rainbows The lone figure on the beach Observes the endless cycle Of ebb and flow
Mesmerized by the force of nature Eating away at the rocks And cascading back into the sea Eight-legged ***** and five-pointed stars Limpets clinging to the rock Undisturbed by the crashing waters A dead jellyfish on the beach Sends odors of decay Into the nostrils of the only human Within sight
The cry of the gulls Disturb the blissful trance Eyes turned skyward To watch the winged creatures Fighting to stay on course The winds however have no such issues Unconcerned about the fate of the birds A determined cry – success Safety on a ledge
The being on the beach Seemingly forlorn Digs wrinkled toes into cool sand Watching a ship Sailing off the horizon
Blissful The rays of the sun on chilled skin Drinking in the warmth The clouds above Playfully chase each other Never catching up Not even wanting to They see no need for competition Those tufts of white vapor Just are what they are And always will be
The being on the beach is Lost in thoughts Wondering Who it is What it is and why Deriving comfort From the tales of the clouds The sea and the wind Knowing that its ponderings Are of no importance To anyone else And that it is and always will be Infinite creation