Silence,
Aside the awaited and repetitive crash of the tide,
The shimmering glint of the the adorned moon providing the only light whilst reflecting in to the tall spires of the waves
They cleanse the earth and retreat,
As they pull away they take me adrift.
Consumed by the nature of the movement.
Dragged further in to the omnipotent essence.
For the first time the beauty of the landscape is all too real,
Silhouettes of the stark trees stab out like spears in the sanctuary of the forest.
For habitats teeming with life have never seemed so dead.
I concur with insight that the alienation of this land is merely due to being bred in the unnatural antithesis,
A man of the city can find peace and solace in the strangest places.
Safe in the knowledge nothing can be as uncertain or trivial as what has been left behind.