In one movement the sand smacks my back
His friend wind helped him out
I ask the trees for help but they stand with the sand as well
Maybe the ocean will protect me
The waves are not as calm as I'd like,
But not as vicious either
My skin is away from the sand
My feet are not as lucky,
Corals are overly protective
Birds arrive, do they bring a message?
Or are the just hungry?
Half the moon peeks out waiting for its turn to rise
Everything is so fair, a cycle,
Yet history repeats itself and
Music continues to vibrate
We are all connected
We are all alive
But only the fittest can survive.
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