The waves crash onto the beach,

Over and over,

Rhythmic.

Steady.

Over and over.

A whisper.

A sigh.

The breath of the ocean,

The song of the sea.

It sings to you.

Can you hear it?

No.

It is drowned out,

Killed by the people,

Trampled.

Beaten.

Worn away until it is nothing.

After all, it will always be there.

It is steady,

Rhythmic.

Over and over.

The waves crash onto the beach,

The breath of the ocean,

The song of the sea.