Time is something we all struggle with at one point in our lives, if not constantly. The first image that came to mind from this sonnet was of a person standing along a shoreline, contemplating his life and how it was destined to come to an end. To me, the ocean is a place where nature speaks to you through its appearance and sound. By bringing the imagery of waves lapping against the pebbles in the beginning, a tone of bitter sweetness and solitude is set. The ocean is visually a never-ending thing, but the waves are short-lived and frail. An endless cycle of time is always present, but with...

• Word Count: 399
• Approx Pages: 2
• Grade Level: High School