A virgin beach
A sandbank covered with coconut trees
Swaying gently to the wind
Telling the tale of change
Each sway ticking time off
The eternal clock of hope.
A rush, a whoosh and down falls
A coconut, hard and fibrous, yet soft and gentle,
I watch it slowly roll down the sandy slope
With a gentle splash it enters
It enters the oblivion of the vast ocean
I watch it bobbing in the distance
As it slowly fades into the horizon,
As a speck of hope in the horizon disappears
Another falls and begins its seemingly long and inconsequent journey…
The coconuts move on
So does time
But I still stand there
Refusing to accept oblivion
Refusing to accept change
Slowly the coconut trees are outnumbered
The coconuts reduce
The silence pierced by whirring noises made by man
One last coconut falls
And with it fades the hope for man
As the noises continue
Few realize…
The alarm has begun to ring.
2 comments:
sound more like a romantic poet in this one. man is destroying all the beautiful things around him and it is time the alarm in us rings, otherwise doom is sure to pronounce upon us.
A Romantic? Whoa. I would've never guessed.
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