The wind whips up the sea
I watch as white froth crashes among the rocks
They become targets for erosion
And with each crash a little more land returns to the ocean
Once dry, and now forever washed away
It's nutrient nature replenishes where it settles
And time waits for nothing
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Wonderfully wind whips up the sea. Very amazing poem shared on really. Wisely penned.10