Sitting in the brush,
Staring across the bright azure,
A lighthouse far-off in the distance,
The water unconfined evenly against the rock;

The wind blowing across the ground,
Sounds of leaves prancing along beside you,
The grass oscillate back and forth,
Trees in the distance twirling with the wind;

The sun making its brilliance come to life on water,
Likeness of the cliffs and trees laying on the ocean,
The morning sun rising,
The electric blue of the ocean going brighter with every flicker;

The crashing waves reverberate,
Hitting the shores with enough power to shower you,
The waves communicating with you,
Urging you to perch and concentrate on the world;

The tranquil breeze,
The sun casting back on the water,
The dancing trees coming to a close,
Yet the day has only just begun.