Waves 

Not a wave

But waves

Crashing

Crashing 

Crashing

Crushing 

The delicate harmony of the sand on the seashore

Beating into submission the “rough edges” 

Beaches should be easy to walk on

Should be easy to walk all over 

That is what waves do

And keep doing 

But under heat

Under fire 

Sand makes glass 

Glass that can withstand the waves, withstand the beatings, and cut the foot that walks so confidently