Through the corporeal dance of water and sun and breath
Living forms created but now in a lingering arboreal death
Remnants of once living cells are exposed to the light of day
To display an aesthetic mien of the whimsy of a God at play
The toils of surf, sand, and squalls have finely made
An exquisite sculpture that on shifting sands is laid
A highway now for skittering crabs and perching birds
But as for me, there is revealed a fountainhead of lovely words