D.R..I...F....T.....I......N.......G
Still and quiet, they lie on the sand, caressed by the waves, embodying the energy of the elements
that carved their being...
that carved their being...
Young and old...
short...
and stubbly
tall and slender...
smooth and groovy...
strong and sturdy!
with lines on their body and...
grooves on their faces...
their curves,
and marks... that speak of the eons that shaped them
the stories they keep...in their hollow core...of their glorious lives, that once was...
with dreams of growing wings... and flying away
of becoming something else...
but for now... continuing their tranquil co-existence, with the elements that sculpt, chisel and engrave their forms...
...the sun, the ocean, the wind, and the fog!
