On rugged cliffs, where the sea beats,



He stands in deep contemplation,



A rare sanctuary, from human feet.



Everywhere, the majesty of creation.



Mother nature honours him with,



The most glorious front row seat.



Below a fuzzy peach and orange sky,



The sun glows, its last embers heat.

  

Elephantine rocks stand proud and tall,



It was such a beautiful spot to die,



The dark emerald waters rise and fall,



As he recollects the devastating lie.



His thoughts tumbling like the crashing sea,



He knows that he has to be strong,



When words are whispered ever so gently



“It is here where you belong.”




He looked around for the voices source,



Saw nothing in his sight,



How dare this voice stray him off his course,



Whilst acknowledging the words were right.

  

He stood for just a while longer,



His mind now calming like the sea,



So what if I heard that stupid lie,



It will not be the breaking of me.

  

Because he was made of atoms that formed,



The sky and the rocks and the sea, and



He learned that life was just a beautiful game,



Where he and nature were meant to be.