I listen to the sound of the breaking wave, smell the salt tang in the air

I watch the gracefull 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 sinking sun in hues of red and gold

I will never tire of these things though 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 charn

This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm