Lost civilizations
washed away off there shores
broken to bits,
multi-colored rocks
layers of signs,
decades in an inch
chipping away
a place for rebirth
The edge of the world,
the beginning of land
Weakest and strongest,
the axis and access
liquid and air,
merging to one
wet and dry,
the king is our sun
many come from miles around to sit on our beach,
and see it for the few seconds it's here