The sun shining down with it's warming rays,
A carpet of green at the feet,
With snowy white daisies interspersed here and there,
Such beauty where cliff and sea meet.
A brilliant blue sky above a calm sea,
Where ships glide so peacefully by,
Overhead whirling seagulls, swooping this way and that
Just the sound of their shrill, plaintive cry.
The sweep of the bay, a panoramic delight,
Much wider than eye can contain,
As it cradles the land and caresses the shore,
Where long, sand and pebbles have lain.
The changing horizon, first misty then clear,
So remote, constantly drawing the eye,
Like a ghostly grey shadow as dusk now descends,
So silently ships passing by.
Gentle sea lapping the shore below,
Sounding soft as a lullaby,
Trickling over pebbles or searching for sand
And there in a pool it will lie,
So soothingly rhythmic, with foaming white frills,
Disappearing when meeting the shore,
Awakening perhaps, more spiritual thoughts,
Of those lying dormant before.
Far into the distance the spirit will go,
As it searches for meaning and view,
Such peace now it brings on the incoming tide,
With spiritual enlightenment too.