It's pouring out now
wondering how
it is on
the shore

Wishing I was smelling
the salt air
probably wouldn't be
such a bore

Walk on the beach
with only a glair
by myself wondering
why I was there

No one would be
on the sand
even if there were
two people
or
more than a
hundred

For the sands
Through The Hourglass
Are not the same
as they would be under
my feet

The sound of the Waves
crashing on the
shore
sound so much
better before

Take a deep breath
**** it all in
This trip will
be over
Another will begin

The sun is out now
this is how
my poem
will end

Simba