• Sweat trickling down my face,
    Footsteps buried in the sand to trace.
    The shores splash,
    By the crabs that are ready to dash.

    The trees shook,
    as the hook to a grab,
    and i felt a jab,
    as the cold breeze, shot my face.

    The trees are shaking,
    as the war is awaking.
    Clouds are gathering,
    as the world is shatering.

    But for eternities later,
    the wars are at the limit,
    Of busting our way to freedom.

    And now they have ended,
    I can set at that beach,
    Were it all began,
    to feel the breeze,
    that shook the trees.