It’s time to wake up

The water leaves a shadow
It conquers your footprints
Shades of green and blue
And white froth somewhere
The man lays down
Without any care
Blind to the forces
he can’t control
It’s not a beach
It’s not an ocean
Not waves, or the sunrise
It’s the snapshot of life
Man, oblivious and grand
Forgets where he stands
Lying without fear
When death is so near
The sand is wet
Where the water left
If you see closely
You will find
Parts of you
Buried
Submerged
The perspective becomes opaque
Even though so much is at stake
Man, wake up to the sounds of the waves –
It’s your last call.