A basket of oranges by a seaside cliff, next to green leaf bearing branches, they lay below the still growing and soft creaking limbs of a healthy tree that did not bear them

Seagulls in the distance are chanting songs we may never understand.

Beneath the dark blue waters, seaweed of green, gold shades are carried in currents, forever drifting peacefully.

The enchanting yellow sun touching lightly to the very surface of the vast ocean, illuminating its circular reflection before it disappears in a sky for tomorrow.

Fish of various colors live lives we havent seen, scales glinting in the light above as they head deeper down below to the hidden treasures of the sea that only they are familiar to.

Small waves leaving gorgeous colorful shells upon sand until again they are stolen by the mischevious tide, then given away to yet another shore somewhere on the other side of the sea.