The beach is like us, more than you might know.
In front of the cliffs, the heart of the Earth.
But behind the vast sea, the sky that glows,
And stuck in-between, is what life has birthed.
Some rocks that are white, green, gray, beige and blue.
Some big as a fist, some small as a flea.
And even the sand, has multiple hues.
These just the ones, that my human eyes see.
Some rocks are smashed, and others are buried,
And unlike us men, they don’t grow or fight.
Unlike us men, these rocks do not worry.
They are not graced to decide their own plight.
The beach is like us, but not who we are.
A story of stone only goes so far.