Wayside Cliff

Wayside Cliff

Surrounded by the shrieks of the sea gulls
And the crash, splash of the waves as they strike me,
I wonder what lies beyond the blue-green expanse
Strange places the winds whisper of and peculiar creatures the waters knew of.
O, what joy to be brought by the waves to these mysterious lands!
But the breakers cannot carry me over the vast distance,
I must wait until I am as salt and be washed away grain by grain by grain.
‘Til then, I admire the beauty of the surf and the blending cries of the birds.