The Sea Saw

The sea saw - the tide slide out,
While rough surf was silenced still.
Wet sand bleached, dried white,
So wind could again build sand dunes.

Sand castle sculptures crumbled away.
To Be, is what was, loose sand again
Rhymes amid foundation of time traveled:
What arises, Bee it tall as trees, will fall.

See saw, to and fro, rocking porch chair,
Rut squeaking plank plied creased cracks
Weather worn seer butts, dew pillow ponder,
For yonder RIP Tide in dye last “Sea Saw.”