The waves rush in And
bring debris Of all the used up Remnant
of the sea.
Children play in View of
watchful eyes, While bird of prey Fill
the clear blue skies.
The breaks in the surf
Roar up to shore As surfers in their
suits Cling to their boards.
Heavy breezes fill the air,
Stirring up the smells While out in the
deep blue, Currents swell.
Seagulls calling out For
mate and food, Glide round and round, On
pier post stood
Waiting for a scrap Of
an unwanted catch, Always happy to get,
Either this or that.
Oh what a mystical
Wonder of creation, The sky and blue sea
Lack separation. They blend together,
Like on a canvas While artists strokes
To its advantage,
How awesome that It
didn't evolve. It was made by God,
Mystery solved.
The earth scooped out,
Filled with water, And life abounds
Beneath it's swallow.
To God be the glory For
all He has done To make such a beauty Of
water and sun.
And place man here To
thrive and absorb The wonders of standing
On the seashore.
And God called the dry land
earth; And the gathering together
of
waters called He seas; And God saw that
it was good. This poem is used with
Shy's permission. Please respect the
copyright and ask her if you wish to use
it.
