Symphony

I was walking alone

On the sea shore;

Moonlight being my only companion

Few stars playing here and there

Trying to entertain each other

Soft breeze playing with my loose tendrils

Waves hitting the shore

All this became a beautiful symphony;

Even in all this calm and beauty

A silent fight was going on

Between the tides and the sand,

Who will gain more land

They didn't care about the beauty

All around them

They cared more for who'll get more land;

What sort of fools are they

Can't they be in harmony again,

But I guess it'll be foolish to think so

As their fight was also a part of the symphony

Which I thought was way too beautiful.