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
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
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
