Night will come
The surf pounds and pounds against the shore
Never ceasing, onward rushing and rushing,
Engulfing the sand, eating it up,
swallowing it down, spitting it out again
A tree stands proudly, towering, its limbs swaying in the sea breeze
Half in sun, half in shade
Sunset is approaching
--the shadows grow and grow
Soon will come the night--
A willow weeps in darkness.
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