Third Planet From the Sun
Some rocks may crumble into lifeless sand
or drift like shifty grit beneath my arch,
while others face the elements and stand
as guards against the ocean's forward march.
Some rocks jut out; cut back in jagged spears
much like a corpse's silent, toothless scream,
while others flaunt and pose, with velvet ears
worn smooth against the angry water's stream.
Yet, all the while the savage ocean roars.
Above, the mist thins out and fades away
across the waves; a ray of sunlight pours,
where seagulls call and gather on the quay.
As songbirds sleep and fishes close their eyes,
God paints his rainbow wide across the skies.
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