The sea is angry
The waves bouncing back and forth
Along the seaweed
Creating a ripple in reality
Creating a ripple
In what we know as true

But sometimes the big waves crash down
And sweep all the seaweed away
No matter how long you spend piling it all up
It all disappears
During high tide
Never to be seen again

Or so you think
Until low tide comes
And the seaweed lays there
Just as it was left
Nothing to disturb it
Until high tide returns

And then you must rebuild the seaweed
Or watch it as it gets swept away from your feet
And drift out to sea
Never to be seen again