Girl at the shore

She liked throwing stones at seagulls,
at a shore where water was green,
and waves came from so far
that you would have to wait for it.
and so they did,the waves..
they always came back sooner or later.
And she would just stand throwing stones
at ones who seemed to enjoy the majesty of ocean,
and she couldn't,because she feared the waves would carry her away
thus standing throwing screaming hurting others,
cowering beneath her fear
frowning over her own inability.