Last Millenniums of a Beach Pebble

Rolling in the tides of time, the larger rock a pebble now, Rattle crackles with the others in the squirming gravel’s maw. Up back down - up back down, persistent, insistent waves of the tide of time: Boisterous thundering; rolling, boiling cannon roar, returning calmed in rushing brine. Pebbles flash dance in sandy froth, razzle-dazzle in cross tide ripples, Mingle there with beaches flotsam bright shiny in the sparkling stipple. Relentless seesaw ebb-tides, sliding grinding the pebble to sand in timeless wave labor; Ground so fine its powder dissolving: pebble flesh now sea foam vapor. Eternal flow of lava birth, pebble life resumes on earth.