With the brown sand nearby for a contrast
The splash of the waves at our feet
And again going in ebb
Carrying the scent of salt along the shore.
Over the horizon
A random vessel puffed its smoke
Since it was carrying
Twenty thousand people on board!
And beneath the mild blue
Fishes, sharks and hydras breathed the bubbles
When a sudden quarrel broke out
Sending a roar across the waves.
The ice from the Alps melted
And quickly the water world began to negotiate.
Finally after everything was over
Peace was reborn in every heart
And happiness glowed as the oysters pearled.
This post is an entry for 3WW for the date 21st April 2010 and the words are: Ebb, Negotiate, Random