Life on the Beach

Sizzling scrunchy sand succumbs to feet fun unfolds every day, every second.

Waves wallop the waterfront like a ravenous Tasmanian Devil.

Palm trees sway to the zephyr, unable to stop looking at carnages.

Life on the beach seems repetitive, but each day, something new unfolds.

Rocks tower high above, looking down at the mortals.

Moss creeps through the rocks, showing age and weariness.

Waves pierce the rocks, eroding protection and destroying the landscape.

Life on the beach seems repetitive, but each day, something new unfolds.

Carmine crabs scuttle across rock pools like ants gathering before rain.

They see their kind being trodden on in the cacophony of humans.

Crabs evade seagulls, crabs evade storms, and crabs evade humans.

Life on the beach seems repetitive, but each day, something new unfolds.

Frothy alabaster waves lap against the coast, being peaceful for now.

Storm brews giant claws of terror scratch the landscape, changing it anew.

But life comes with rehabilitation and repetition, history always repeats itself.

Life on the beach seems repetitive, but each day, something new unfolds.

Sizzling scrunchy sand succumbs to feet fun unfolds every day, every second.

Waves wallop the waterfront like a ravenous Tasmanian Devil.

Palm trees sway to the zephyr, unable to stop looking at carnages.

Life on the beach seems repetitive, but each day, something new unfolds.