Glistening surface, once smooth as glass
Ripples and whirls in the shifting wind
Wave upon crashing wave erases the past
Lines, mounds, and holes until they blend
Grains of rock and coral limestone
Imprinted by webs, hoofs, and toes
Seaweed, shell, driftwood, and bone
And other marks only the Creator knows
Sea in foam and air, zesty taste of brine
Sunlight shimmers from water to sand
Illuminating intricacies of His grand design
Shadows dance and stretch upon the land
Trails, trickles, and pools of water traces
Scribbles we mark upon the timeless sand
A work of artistry upon these open spaces
Spilled from the pen of the Great hand
These simple etchings of perpetual time
Are they messages across the great divide
Or some universal picturesque rhyme?
Or is it nothing more than time and tide?
An entry for One Shot Wednesday.