Figures on a Beach Ephemeral

That day, their calls in hundredths of a second went away
Their breath in a second, for there was little wind, that day
Their scent: hours, but not for us to find
And we value generally the perceptions of mankind
Their footprints in the sand; well that depends on the moon
A half day, a week? but all too soon
The beach, until the end of time…..