Poem

Listen to the sound of the ocean as its waves slowly lap at the shores.
The crystal blue waters beckon you into their loving arms
The gulls circle overhead laughing at man and his insignificant petty concerns.
Our time is but a fleeting impression to sustain the illusion of our importance. We are merely stardust, a brief impression that is blown away with each diminishing wave.
The impermanence of life and all its attendant concerns give way to the advance of time
Which never falters, no matter what our opinion.