rising tide

Rising Tide.

Shores have gone, and tough soldiers on
the reef Everest, shot, to kill, people on
approaching ships; the ocean is master;
marine life thrives. The wind has ceased,
the sky is mild and thousand of ships that
hoped to find a shore, have disappeared.
The soldiers, who killed with skill, only
a few are left, weakened by the immense
silence they slide off the reef, one by one,
deep down in a water dale where yeti and
yaks used to live. As the sea lazily slaps
Mount Everest’s peek, sunsets come and
go unseen; there is no one around who will
wonder if the wind will ever blow again