A Day in the Life of a Beach
The waves pound away at an empty beach
But always farther and farther from shore.
The tide is out; the beach comes to life.
People come to walk on the shore.
Their children build castles and write in the sand.
But soon the beach is empty again,
With only castles and footprints to show
That anyone was there at all.
And soon those, too, will disappear,
Without a single chance of a trace.
Castles will rise and castles will fall,
But the surf pounds ever on.
August '00