Nature’s order, pure and clean

All intention will not wean

King of all is time, and wild

Snapshots briefly glimpse its child

 

Crisp blue sky and rising sun

O’er the shoreline cliffs they run

Very rustic at first glance

Hidden is the solemn dance

 

On a massive ocean, surge

Waters toward the land to purge

As the rhythm works its way

Up and down the coast each day

 

Waves of water crash the shore

Crushing solid mass with roar

Guiltless nature is their mask

Constant molding is their task

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Waves of water carve the shore

Shaping seaside from Earth’s core

Changing rigid massive land

Into tiny grains of sand

 

Racing waters plowing ways

Pushing dunes to stronger stays

Driving all unending belts

Crafting hefty shoreline welts

 

Rising tides reach farther in

Testing sandbanks with their spin

Teasing, tempting farther lands

Drowning out the lower sands

 

Waves of water lapping more

Vowing greedy reign, they score

Grouping skeptics into bands

Smarter dunes with higher stands

 

Flowering dunes appearing firm

Sovereign towers in the berm

Each develops its own way

Fending off their common prey

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Pounding waves cause ground to quake

Pillars melt in water’s wake

Listen for the mounting roars

As the water splashing soars

 

Spraying, misting up quite high

Reigning upward, clouding sky

Like a battle not quite won

Piercing through, the strays of sun

 

Waters train with every heat

Flaunting strength, the waves, they beat

Cutting, shaping all they reach

Splaying flat a sandy beach

 

Surface sand gets scrubbed away

Worn by waters’ constant stay

As the weaker grains expire

Waves of water cast more mire

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Waves of water lash the beach

Whetting all the grains, they preach

Deeper looks do clearly show

Wetness in the grains below

 

Water sweeping, finding space

Water’s pulsing veins at pace

In the deepest grains, its trace

Leaving rooted strain in place

 

Waves of water slash the beach

Dousing all the grains with speech

Senior sand is forced to pact

Thwarting repetitious tact

 

On the beach, the waves, they prance

Waning ends their recent chants

Matters not what waters spill

Senior sands form crusted will

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Crusted stands with stoic fire

Throughout all that waves conspire

Crusted turns a deafened ear

Numbed by waves’ relentless jeer

 

Senior sands’ colossal crust

Wisely sifting all grains’ lust

Ruling all the sands’ domain

Whilst the younger grains’ disdain

 

Frantic waters scour the beach

Searching for some grains to breach

Desperate waters, ebbing, leach

Freeing winds to boost their speech

 

Blowing winds supplant the waves

Picking up the waters’ staves

Raking ‘cross the shoreline still

Waves or winds, the difference nil

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Waves of water splash the sand

Misting air and fogging land

Wind and water thru the night

Show at dawn distorted sight

 

As the sun begins to glow

And the wind begins to slow

Clearing haze reveals the blight

Shore reshaped by waters’ spite

 

Cracking crust, with aging plight

Tiring of the vital fight

Sapped by water’s constant prey

Shards of seniors washed away

 

Lower grains ascend to crust

Angered by their stance, they fussed

Seeing not the waves before

Knowing not the crusted’s lore

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Waves of water, as they swell

Pack young grains with crusted’s shell

Grains, aware of waters’ seed

Fast ascribe to crusted’s heed

Standing up to water’s blitz

Rounds the grains’ and crusted’s wits

 

Fearless grains upon the shore

Try to preach from crusted’s floor

Bullies rushing in again

Pounding crusted into thin

 

Younger sand becomes distraught

Grasping what the elders fought

Piercing sunshine clears the day

Shedding light on grains’ dismay:

 

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Sunsets’ slowly fading days

Night times echo ageless ways

Gazing down their reach afore

Shoreline holds the rattle score

 

Arcing ‘cross blue sky aglow

Sun and moon cause tides to flow

Hidden is their undertow

Grinding crusts for grains below

 

Waves of water, lost in game

Waves, the crusty surface tame

Waves, the sandy beach do melt

Waves, by lower grains not felt

 

So the game is played still more

Rabid waves approach the shore

Changing not their shallow lore

One intent, more land to score

Crusted grains, with seasoned zeal

Blocking waters’ pesky spiel

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Always grains ascend to starched

Teachings’ order, slowly marched

Lower grains will always whet

Only when the crust does let

Smarter grains convert to crust

Weaker grains revert to dust

 

Waves arrive with every day

Knowing not a different sway

Mounds of rock, a stubborn log

Grains of sand, a minute cog

 

All the waves that smack the beach

And the crusted sand they reach

All this time, beyond their speech

All those lacking depth, but teach

 

How the waves have scraped away

All that matters in each day

Time has come for all grains’ say

Honor stands through waters’ sway

 

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