When everyone’s gone,

Asleep,

Or forgotten,

What’s left?

Not the monster you had under your bed when you were a child,

Or the dollar you lost last week,

But the waves

Oh, the waves

The waves will always crash,

Taking whatever he can get as he pulls back in

Stealing the beautiful seashells at 6 o’clock in the morning

Before anyone gets to see their beauty

Engulfing the trash left by that party last week

Before anyone got the chance to clean it up

Eating up the scraps of food left by those tourists

Before the seagulls got their morning meal

But the sand

Oh, the sand

Making your feet warm on a hot day at the water

Being so kind to allow you to put your big and obnoxious umbrella in her

Hiding her seashells deep under so the waves cannot take it

Compromise.

The waves staying within the shoreline,

Giving the sand her privacy

The waves always stay.