A brick wall crumbles down as the waves of ambiguity break their caps
The flashes of white caps gain speed as their precision of aim grows apparent
The cold bricks brought down by the forces of nature
Natural fury that builds up until the growing coals that have been simmering erupt into a fire of passion
Passionate fury that explodes against the building blocks that lie on the bank
The high cold wall that moss attempts to cover, getting into the crevices
Weakening the mortar that that waves will soon crush
As the monsoon of life hits hard against the protective barriers that we have built up
One by one the bricks are torn down until the bottom gives out
And the wall crumbles down
Looking at the pile of ruble, what do you see?
A mess….a tattered beauty…..a waste…..what it use to be…what it could have been…
The beautiful remnants that lay in a disconnected heap at the water’s age
Nature’s true power and efficiency shine through as they crash into man’s week attempt to mimic what would come naturally
Or what shouldn’t be there, going against nature only infuriates the true master
Fighting the path of life, going down whatever road or over whatever hill we see
Only leads to natural disasters, your attempts at craftsmanship end up crumbling
Lost and alone in front of the chaotic compound of hopes in disarray
The persistent water rejoices at its victory.
