Written while watching the cars and hearing the sea

Three million horsepower travelling past me.
Poseiden still is eating at the land.
Small pebbles on the beach
Will teach of power
That Harley, Peugeot, Vespa
Have yet to understand.

Olive gardens, old palm trees
And Cinnamon upon the breeze
Poseidon's helped the sailors come to shore.
The Promenade they do enjoy
Poseiden thinks it's just a toy
Three million horsepower? he'd say "Just a toy.

"Whoosh" the people never hear
"Whoosh" is getting ever near.
Stop the traffick "Whoosh" is always there.
"Whoosh" the concrete's getting thick,
Poseiden's underminig trick
When we are dead the tide will still be there