The spume piles up and blows
across the green waves
crashing movement
with no end
caused by the moon and wind
the waves will ever flow
sometimes fast and other slow

sharp shards of glass
in the oceans salty sand waves
emerge rounded and polished
gems fit for a queen

Shells and driftwood
Discarded flotsam and jetsam
Disposed of on life's beach
To sit and rot
And fertilize the next

Green islands afloat
Pink hyacinth blooms
Frogs playground

shapes in the sky
inspire new thoughts
a cosmic mist lifted
from the mind's eye
and inspiration sifted
from the ether

after the flames
and a little time and rain,
the greenest bit of earth emerges