The beach between the low tide and the high
Treasures gather on the pale washed sands
Driftwoodshells, remorseless is the sky
Adults play for safety staying dry
Lightly loved the children’s little hands.
I don’t like the raw sand of the dunes
The tide fling salty water to the sky
Smashing shells make modernistic tunes
Creation and destruction undismayed.
Co-creators in the healing seas
All the laws of gravity obey
Inspiring music as the waters breath
.In between the silence and the song
The pity of the heavens in mercy hangs