The beautiful and ugly tides,
Carries the sailors in daily rides,
The rising and the setting sun,
Playing hide and seek darn,
The snakes and snails amidst the beach sands.
The unnoticed ants climbing on heaves,
The sand houses played by the enjoying sibs,
Tensed couples decide their future lives on cliffs,
Merry couples running along in briefs,
The penguins and crocodiles are resting off the sea-lands.
And suddenly the tidal waves can play their spoil sport,
They will leave dead crabs and swelled corpses over the port,
No more hurried ants, but smashed snakes and snails in the salt,
The penguins have turned scare-crows and the crocodiles stopped their halt,
There is no more sex in the beach, but the live nature photo-framed.
Afraid anemones stuck inside still fighting their existence,
And there are still the sand-hoppers jumping tonight in exuberance,
The petite barnacles fighting hard inside their shells,
The clams with their damaged siphons and the dead starfish smells,
There is a continual effort in survival that such species have tamed.