The sea sweeps to the far horizon: Infinity’s edge, As endless waves lap onto the shore. Above us gulls wheel and scream Hunting for prosaic fish and chips. They ****** them From hapless humans Down below.
And the breakers keep breaking. Elsewhere the ocean rages, Storming the cliffs With spraying cascades of water And thrashing rain.
Here today, though, it is calm and clear. Up above we see an even greater ocean: That of blue sky And nightly black space.
Up there we truly look To infinity Eternity too. Vastness Beyond our comprehension.
We people are but tiny specks On island beaches Insignificant particles Of humanity Lost in a universe That knows no bounds. Yet here to enjoy Those golden dawns and dusks, Fanned by freshening breezes – Much gentler versions of gales and hurricanes.
Never forget that the sea is mighty. Just love it When it’s in a peaceful mood: Soak up the spirit of surf As you watch those endless waves.
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Absorbing Sun's caring embrace and the water's life, the trees mix them into oxygen for the man, for he has planted the seeds which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.
The man now receives their appreciation with the maturing of the fruit. To eat it is honoring its purpose and time, for it grew only for you, as a gift. Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted, but be returned to the cycle.
It spins like our planet in space, around a warm core and a cold shell. Stars there align to the call of energy designed to dance in gray, and to portray protons and electrons in a chemical reaction, beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.