clear view across the landscape,
even in this dry and desolate place,
There is beauty;
the shimmering sands,
with small rocks jutting through,
reflecting the light,
small plants,
withered and sparse,
the daily struggle,
for a mouth of water,
tough and hardy,
the essence of this land.
a sailors view, on long and dreary nights,
even in the midst of the tempest,
there is beauty;
the groaning ocean,
with gurgling currents and
treacherous depths,
many creatures
varied in colours and size,
the daily struggle,
avoiding nets and lines,
fast and flowing,
the essence of this kingdom
a view high amongst the clouds,
even in this empty and cold place,
there is beauty;
the soft glow of sunrise,
and the mountain peaks poking through,
the white blanket,
magestic birds,
soaring gracefully,
the daily struggle,
travling far and wide,
strong and calm,
the essence of this paradise
