The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
The Waves hit the rocks making them sound like the sea
Ships sail by using maps that once had monsters and the end of the world printed on them
People lost at sea have little hope as the coldest takes away the spirit of the fight some end up in a shark bite
The message in the bottle rocks and rolls to the music of the tides
I sit on the beach and see it all pass by
For The Tide and Time carry on long after I pass.
© Mark Antony Raines