I listen to the sounds 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 alarm
I sit in natures solitude
Enraptured by her charm
The se reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights as I grow grey and old
The first gleam 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 piece, tranquillity and calm
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
I listen to the sounds 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 alarm
I sit in natures solitude
Enraptured by her charm
The se reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights as I grow grey and old
The first gleam 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 piece, tranquillity and calm
