You, the free-flowing water

               fierce and unattainable

 

Me, the fragile sandcastle

              admiring from a distance

 

slow movements inch closer,

               then slide away,

closer,

                then resistance

 

Enveloped by the traveling tide,

the weakened structure succumbs to the water,

and there's no more—

                 all's dissolved into one

 

The waves are breathtaking,

unaware of their beauty and power

                  They can't stop,

                                 can't control,

                                                 can't change

 

It just is . . .