Final stand

Freons The boulders have been ground by the waves Cascading onto beaches making sand over the ages Now smooth Stones sit upon the grains Welcoming the waves that come in with the rains Light sparkles on ores imbedded in rocks The sun shines so brightly that you'd swear it talks One thing that I'm sure of, that I swear it's not Is the reason for the heat when feet a top rocks do walk One solitary cloud observes it all From high in the sky where you can hear the gulls call Floating above from far left to near right dissipating around the edges until dark comes from night Cliff's upon beaches overlook the bay Rocky outcroppings where you can jump from if you may Plummeting down to the blue waiting below With barely a splash, the dive is quite the show The waves continue not stopping for mere man And send the body crashing upon jagged, Rocky land Washed upon sores are the lifeless limbs He'd have lived for sure if he had gills and fins As good of a place as any To make your last stand And go out with a bang Washed up upon the sand