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