Sea And Sand, The Fall Of Land Poem by Rebecca Pepper

See me here, standing tall
Waiting for my fatal fall
Not the trip that lands the cut on the knee
But the fall that man and beast alike flee
You see I hold myself in pride
For I am one that fights this tide
Not alone do I stand
But none can lend a helping hand
I see my fellow brothers disappear
As the moon and sea does near
For they cut and bite at my skin
Just as they did to my fallen kin
Yet once my foundations fail
Another shall continue this tale
For although we are not unending
It'll be a while until disasters impending
For the sea may erode our life away
Our skin of stone shall fight to the end of days