It's a song, really-
the many parts and voices-
the jelly-jelly fish, the silent stone,
the waves crashing,
the crab side-stepping-
soft, slow, noisy, fast,
soaring, fading-
the chorus of the sea.
And the jelly is not too spineless,
the stone not too ungiving
the waves not too loud,
the crab not too crabby
the gulls not too greedy.
They come and they go-
each voice so divine.
The people on the beach
some struggle, some float-
it's a song, really.