The Clam Before The Storm

Thoughts while walking the beach at the advent of a storm...

I take my leisure on a rocky strand
Surf pounding the shore, an ageless fight
Where Neptune wages war against the land
Unbroken shield of Mother Earth's great might
Air choked with the spray of ocean's ghosts
Who haunt the surging tide pools at my feet
And echo back along these rocky coasts
The cries of love and lives left incomplete
Black on black, a shell upon the wall
Clings to the cliffs in spite of coming gale
Defying Nature's strength it will not fall
Though fate and fortune destine it to fail
Who knows what mighty feats we may achieve
If only with firm faith we would believe?