The Rhythms of the Tide Pool

Crashing waves
On a pebble strewn shore
Gulls cry in the distance
Shells glitter amongst clumps of seaweed
Before me, the small world of a tide pool
A crab skitters under a rock
Sea anemone stretch out their long tentacles
Searching, reaching out for food
A small fish darts by and hides again in the shadows
Soon this world will return to the sea
Such are the rhythms of the tide pool