This post is in response to a prompt on


Waves rush like kids, after school

To roll on sand and glumly retreat

Few sadly crash, on the rocks

Jutting above, before they reach

Sun gradually dips in the west

Placid end to a fiery reign

Brutal rocks tear into waves

Shattering them to a shower of mist

What’s more dramatic of the two

The sun being swallowed whole

Or futile dance of the waves

To reach the calling shores