The sleepy morning rays light up the beach.
A wave crashes against the rocks-
That pulsating, throbbing, simmering, vibrant moment.


The hot sun bakes the dry sand.
The old man smokes, squatting,
That lethargic, silent, serious, meaningless moment.


The sky puts on its grey suit and orange scarf.
A frog jumps into the placid pond
That sullen, somber, moody, sad moment.


The night casts its shadow, calling the day a liar.
And the meaning of life is once again hidden
By the passing, flowing, elusive, brutal moment.

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