When the sun spills forth on the water’s edge;
Like liquid gold beyond its ledge.
A humbled heart gasps at this wondrous sight;
Of warmth caressing the sea with brilliance and light.
I know not where these birds they fly;
They make me wonder; they make me sigh.
Then wishing for wings all feathered bright;
My spirit soars like a dazzling kite.
Of weathered wood, an idle pier;
Into the warmth, it draws me near.
To dream away into the distant high;
Beckons me on, this painted sky.
Such sparkling hues; melting orange and blushing rose.
Can nature ever be captured in simple prose?
A prayer, a hymn, an ode to revere;
All praise to the Lord for these blessings so dear.