With a hint of a shard of water peeking through the trees,
It poses a wonder of where the coast begins,
and where the sky ends,
    And just how far it will fall on.
Until the shore makes its abrupt edges slash back at your toes.
And as far as it reaches, it always sails back-
The clouds,
The current,
     The capability.
The water, that stretches from the horizon, is to be mixed with the gravel ****** bottom of the sea floor,
   where the absent minded relays its trace of brutality of its ravenous core.