Life's a beach, and I'm beach bound;
beach bag in hand. Waves crash. I've found
that man and sand can stand and fall
to water, wind, and nature's call.
So stand I will at water's edge,
as if upon a cliff or ledge,
and leap; the deep a seething mass.
No air down there. I'll breathe my last
and dive, arriving wherever after.
Air Consumed; lungs filled with laughter.
beach bag in hand. Waves crash. I've found
that man and sand can stand and fall
to water, wind, and nature's call.
So stand I will at water's edge,
as if upon a cliff or ledge,
and leap; the deep a seething mass.
No air down there. I'll breathe my last
and dive, arriving wherever after.
Air Consumed; lungs filled with laughter.
