Sandy shores, seashell song
Tendrils of a whisper gently blow by
White horses rush to race
through the water to the shore's embrace
Milky ripples glide over
the clear virgin waters, salt so sweet
The sun shines, and how the water glitters
blinding yet dazzling, a cool breeze flitters
Grey cotton hovers above, an icy breeze blows
a wave rips through the perfect picture
and for a moment everything slows
the calm before the storm, of that I know
(18th April 2013)
