The sand washes away at the shore
Eating away at the earth
The water slowly pushes it forward
Like an army on the march it moves
Forward, onward, fearing nothing
Not a stone nor stick turn it back
The sand is a fearsome beast
It kills, it rips, it wrecks, and tears
The sky watches, painting the ocean blue
Clouds whispering, showing not
City lights make it a blur
The salt stirs itself into a frenzy
The sand, it crawl onward
Moving slowly, churning slowly
Victory set in sand, set in stone
Crushing, biting, breaking
And the watchman watched on
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