Waves beating the rugged rocks of the coast, Rapidly eroding the soft susceptible sand, Engulfing homes children have long since deserted, Drowning a man eternally asleep, and Neatly knocking down a carefully built wall. Barrage after barrage attacking weekend achievements, But it is Monday now and school beckons. Nobody is here to remember the dead. Alone, nature watches the sand funeral instead.
Think of each line like a fresh wave until they are halted by the word "wall" Comments would be greatly appreciated!