Storms Are Fierce

They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash, and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish; a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach... never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech! Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed; pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks: no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed! Vicious crows search for food and munch on dead fish, fearful seagulls watch then with envy, killing their wish; survival in Nature has no rules: hunt or starve to death... and no fowl wants be the next meal for humans' teeth! I'm the observer and saddened by their fate, I ponder... fishermen depend on a good catch and there's none; their boats tied to poles aren't allowed to row alone... storms are fierce and ravage everything that lies under!