That morning by the empty beach <br />Just you and me, the sea, <br />The sighing waves that break <br />Upon the sand, the sun, the sky, <br />White billowing clouds sailing by, <br />No living soul save you and I <br />To gaze upon the waters where <br />Ten thousand silver sequins <br />Glitter in the sunlight, dancing <br />On the surface of the sea. <br />Time has no meaning here: <br />This scene has been the same <br />Unchanged a million years, or more, <br />Long, long before man came. <br />True, too, you may be sure, it will remain <br />The same when we shall be no more — <br />The sea, the sand, the waves <br />That break upon the strand, <br />The sun, the sky, the rolling clouds <br />And sunlight dancing on the water.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-it-was-in-the-beginning/
