I listen to the sound of the breaking waves
Smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
Ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice
No strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude
Enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the setting sun
In hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights
As I grow grey an old
The first glow of the  evening star appears
In the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon
Begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace
Tranquillity and calm