The ocean comes upon the shore,
To wash the sandy beach each day,
And as the waves erode the shore,
We learn to live another day.
The sun shines down upon the earth,
To spread its rays upon the living,
Majestic mountains sprung from earth,
Give scenic views for all the living.
The redwoods make a grand cathedral,
To touch the heavens in misty light,
And in the quaint and grand cathedral,
Our souls are filled with heavenly light.
A man stands silent on a grassy knoll,
Pondering the expanse of clouds so high,
And in the wee hours on that grassy knoll,
His spirit soars like birds so high,
And angels help to touch the sky.