The pebbles

I sit on a half wall the waves billowing my thoughts racketeering. I'm thinking deeply, slowly.... my thoughts, gradually fading and then I hear them.... the pebbles grinding against one another. Deafening... Defeating me... Strong they are. Yet so silent. They teach a lesson, my senses perceive. On a daily basis, they're crunched deeper into the soil by feet that care not. but they hold, away... many a wave... from consuming same people. They are forgiving... and so I'll try to be.