Upon the shore, where waves in rhythm play,
A woman stands, her gaze upon the sea.
A thousand men, like leaves, in disarray,
Descend with grace, a dance of destiny.
Each soul a story, etched in fleeting sand,
They tumble down, a tapestry untold.
In human plight, a universal strand,
The mysteries of life, forever unfold.
The beach, a stage for tales both bright and grim,
Where dreams may rise or crumble in the tide.
As men descend, the woman watches them,
Reflections of a world where fates collide.
The human condition, vast and deep,
On shores of time, its secrets softly sweep.
