Palm Trees and Banana Leafs

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."

William Shakespeare

Sunny Shores (Stock Vault)

One hundred years, waves crashed the shores

Wrinkles omnipresent, like the furled up sands

And dull gray pearls, as far as the distant horizon.

On a creaking porch made of beach-wood stood

What was left of a full life, bones and strings

A sagging rucksack and a frail composure.

Wiry yarn laid crumpled like a robin's nest

A crown that revealed the years of service,

And for as long as the dusty library remembered

This view before pale pearls, a magnificent sunrise.

Bright rays covered the bones up in a blanket

A sparkle wetting the white sandy surface

Glinting from light that breached the shores

One hundred years, waves crashed upon paradise.

Question: "What life would you unravel if you lived 100 years?"