The Old Pier

Wild wind crashing the old pier

Wind whaling, the trees drawing near

The joyful leaves start to die

Rain begins and animals cry

Thrashing sounds, the rain pouring and pattering on the pier

As the boats tremble and churn

Wind following the boats attached to the stern

Light breaks through, calm settles in

Glistening off the water like the final act before the closing curtain

As the birds start to sing all the land is happy in a ring

Life becomes one with the land

As the beach calms as planned