At the Sea Shore

At the sea shore, footsteps are no mean feat

Deep, distinct and carved, you have made your mark

At the sea shore, a towering castle is built

With each pail of glittering sand, hopes of survival grow

At the sea shore, a hermit crab charts his path

At a set angle, a destination is marked

At the sea shore, sea weed has piled

Green and bouncy, contrasting with the bright white shore

At the sea shore, a stranger smiles at another

The warmth of courtesy adding to the hue of the perfect scenery

At the sea shore, the tide is coming in

With a majestic crash, it sweeps all in its path

The footsteps are gone, like they never existed

The castle is destroyed, a pile of shapeless rubble

The hermit crab is disoriented, and charts a new path

The sea weed is swept away, not a trace in sight

The courteous smile is un-touched, the wave could not reach that

Such is the wave of death, it carries all

And leaves behind, only the worthy impressions

~Shahida~