The moon stands tall in all her grace thus beaconing the tide to her, he ever committed rises and falls with vigour and excitement
In ecstasy they dance their rhythm
The birds fly high in owe
Whilst the sea creatures glide with their momentarily fate
Until a calmness of peace succumbs them once again
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
The moon stands tall in all her grace thus beaconing the tide to her, he ever committed rises and falls with vigour and excitement
In ecstasy they dance their rhythm
The birds fly high in owe
Whilst the sea creatures glide with their momentarily fate
Until a calmness of peace succumbs them once again
