The work of art.
A wall of steel against the angry waters.
Storming rage to finish the job.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth,
it’s a completed task.

Break

A leader with it’s soggy wood.
Nails are sharpened scavenging for scraps.
A mess of wood to pursue it’s angry thoughts.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth,
stomping its way to the end.

Done

A revolutionary cycle.
20 minutes, 15 centimeters wide,
gnawing into an hourglass shape, sapling in one bite.
Mudslides scrape through the rugged mess of chopped maintenance.
The task is complete.