Shaping the Earth
Nothing but darkness fills the air,
hiding shapes upon the sea.
Waves crash harshly
on the unsuspecting shore,
appearing suddenly out of the blackness,
ripping the sand savagely
from its resting place.
The wave carries it off to a foreign beach
and dumps it there,
until it is once again
thrown about by a wave.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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