by Sheridan Burns
The waves fold softly
Wind whistling past
No way to shed the abandoned structures eroding on its face
Letting them slowly lean back
Down into the abyss
In the hopes that one day when the humans remove their devastation
And the waves will cause the small civilisation to crumble
It shall be at peace
Allowed to dance without the blocking of its arms
Allowed to be carefree
No longer any rage withheld
No longer its power controlled.