When the sun is setting and the day is near its end, and the moon is waking up from its slumber. when the ocean poles over the beach like a warm salty blanket , and all the little creatures. Find a place to crawl under. In their most needed time, In a sense. I am that hiding spot. I protect others from the danger but yet who would protect me. Who is my little pile of seaweed or little rock to. Crawl under, nobody told me it was a one way job, but yet look at that little creature sound asleep it needs me, so i will look after it, make sure it will be okay. I will make sure no harm comes to that little creature. And hope it is safe and warm, I will make sure no evil touches it. Because. I am that hiding spot, I am that little bit of comfort from the darkness called night, yet when the night becomes day and the moon and stars fade away, it is finally safe for the creature to leave the safety of me, the hiding spot and venture off into the distance but as it leaves without even looking back, I know it won't miss me but when the time comes again, ill always be their for that little creature , I will wait right hear for the night to come, because. I know it will be back someday.
