Inevitably;
The waves crashed within the hourglass,
But Time cannot run out in this cycle of forever.
The children cried whilst
The shells were brought to shore.
Why were they crying?
What could possibly make them sad
Enough to
Interrupt
A place like this?
A tranquil place
Like this?
It just doesn't fit.
Their wailing and screaming
Is no feather
To the Thunderbird!
Demanding you to be quiet,
And to seize
The beautiful
Whistling wind,
The hushing waves,
The seaweed,
And the burning salt
Of the unborn Sun —
The elements of nature
Brought together into one.
Disclaimer: This is a work of poetry. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a poetic manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.