Whitecaps prancing, upon the shore,
sky streaked with a pink reddish hue,
angelic without the essence of time,
foliage covered in a wet morning dew.
Seagulls gliding effortlessly in the sky,
sea lions on the rocks along the shore,
tranquillity in the air ever bold yet shy,
there to enjoy, it knocks upon your door.
Waves crashing, dancing upon the rocks,
wind blowing in the air with a salty mist,
fishing boats tied tightly to the old docks,
moistness upon your lips resembles a kiss.
In the inlet a sleepy village sits upon a hill,
smoke drifting up from stone chimney tiers,
a calm quietness lurks about, forever so still,
while the ocean roars rumble far and near.
The sea has a majestic beauty all it’s own,
nature’s own canvas set to color and tone,
to see it’s beauty, one only has to be shown,
in the sand, by the sea, you are never alone.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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