Andy was spending another summer on Bird Island to get away from the stress of the city. The squirrel had taken up sea shell collecting and she was on the beach digging for one last shell to add to her bucket.
Bomb was relaxing by the shore on the same beach, watching the waves over the horizon. Such beauty always gave him inspiration for his poems, and today was no different.
"Constantly shifting, constantly changing
The waves, they fall and climb
Nature always rearranging
Such is the will of time."








