Beach Sand

Silence and the lapping of waves,

A beach fallen silent, partakers gone home.

All that remains is sea and sand,

Scattered shells, sandcastles and footprints left behind.


A landscape littered with remnants,

Artefacts of passersby and moments passed.

The hungry tide creeps in to feed,

Eating shells, sandcastles and footprints left behind.


A new shoreline takes shape,

Borne from the remains of the last.

The detritus gives way to smoothness,

No more shells, sandcastles or footprints left behind.


Laughter and the squawking of gulls,

New denizens arrive with no thoughts of the last.

Each lays claim to the sand and waves,

Leaving shells, sandcastles and footprints left behind.

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